When your final last exit comes home to haunt you
I'm feeling like I never felt before
I've surrounded myself with loose poets and creatures
And I feel like I don't need anything more

Won't you please save me from myself
I'm not scared of anyone else
Life creates havoc
And as luck would have it
I'm tired of living in hell

When your final last exit comes home to haunt you
And your visions of excess have all gone to seed
Well I said that I love you but I spoke without thinking
'cause decisions I make have no way of keeping

Won't you please save me from myself
I'm not scared of anyone else
Life creates havoc
And as luck would have it
I'm tired of living in hell

• B-music
• Blues on Sunday
• Eldridge Street
• Facts About Spiders
• Fall from Grace
• In Anticipation of The Pope
• Insana & Her Manchild
• Jim Gore & The Ghost of Missouri
• Lappish Tea Song
• Save Me from Myself
• The Haunting of an Eastern Man's Mind
• Ukranian Technological Faith Dance
• Visions from The Acid Couch