Folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out yer hole
Dont intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise
Now peter had paul don't have it I have it have it said i
In this rolling glowing growing stolen place that don't belong to me

It ain't funny you say ok I had it up to here with you
This giddy little lifetime yer time my time don't agree with you
Some temper axes in the fire some sharpen knives upon a stone
Some chop up veggies in the hobart some use the bloody robo coup

• Bean Bowl
• County Orange
• Fine Leather Truck
• Gangsta Lean
• Ghosts of Hallelujah
• Grievin' Smokin'
• January 6
• Ladies Choice
• Lowlands
• My Time, Yer Time
• Pair of Goats
• Rugged Roses
• Son of Bum
• The Flat Baritone
• Up on High