My Eyes, Those Sluts, Those

Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm Borrowed. Now I'm Numb.

Father, You Died Once, Salted Down At Fifty-nine, Packed Down Like A Big Snow Angel, Wasn't That Enough?

Evil Is Maybe Lying To God. Or Better, Lying To Love.

We Are All Writing God's Poem.

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?