Follow meFollow me, why don't you follow me?
Down to the street and then back to my house
Watch your step! I'm number 1B
Come on in and I'm sorry for the mess
I saw you standing there, and I asked you for a light
I slyly touch my hair, you looked as I hoped you might
I throw my head back as I laugh, I touch your arms look into your eyes
Good Morning HeartacheWoh, woh, ha, yeah, hmm---, oh
Good morning heartache, you old gloomy site
Good morning heartache
Thought we said goodbye last night
I tossed and turned until it seemed that you had gone
But here you are with the dawn
Hoo, wish I'd forget you, but you're here to stay, yeah
It seems I met ya, when my love had gone away
PoisonLike Chancre's
Canterbury tales
When three men find a pot of gold
and end up killing one another in the name of greed
The Alphabet of my PhobiasI want to write a song about
the words I live without
The words I cannot say
In hopes they go away
I want to write a songabout
the words that I cut out
my verbal repertoire
The Waltz Of The Tick Tock Of TimeCome now let's hide in our childhood for a while
I've got nothing good to do, neither do you
it's the best shelter I could find
let's wait for this to blow over, or to blow up
we wouldn't even mind
Cause you and me and everyone we know
Was once a child and now they have to grow old