Just when you've found your way to
The boiler room
They come and dig you out
With picks and shovels and
Acetelyne torches

I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit
Behind the boney walls of my skull
There was playing a lullaby

La la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la

We're just trying to be free
Of our bodies
Our stomachs full of liquor
All our lungs
Full of water

I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit
Behind the boney walls of my skull
There was playing a lullaby

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la, la

• 850 Double Pumper Holley
• Ballad of a Cold Lost Marble
• Blind Rabbit Choir
• Cow
• Gasoline Horseys
• Haint
• Hammering The Cramps
• Happy Man
• Happy Place
• Homecoming Queen
• I Shot a Dog
• In The Dry
• Intermission
• Little Bastard Choo Choo
• London
• Most Beautiful Widow in Town
• My Yoke is Heavy
• Rainmaker
• Sad Beautiful World
• Saturday
• Someday I Will Treat You Good
• Spirit Ditch
• Tears on Fresh Fruit
• Too Late
• Waiting for Nothing
• Weird Sisters