What Have I Done?

A year now and nothing much has changed. Holed up in a motel in El Paso. This was meant to be my great escape. I got lost along the way. Amongst free HBO and take out.

We're Going To Hell

Don't tell me what you've done. 'Cause I don't wanna know. You say, it's not so hard. Just let your conscience go. . You're flashing me that politicians grin.

There's A Coldest Day In Every Year

Hey, Are you sleeping?. We've got nothing better to do. Than just lay here, together. Let it pass.... It wasn't so hard to destroy. Now its not so easy to forget.

The Ugly Organist

And now, we proudly present. songs perverse and songs of lament. A couple hymns of confession,. and songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along i'm on the ugly organ again.

The Recluse

I wake alone, ina woman's room I hardly know.. I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home.. The room is littered with her books and notebooks.. I imagine what they say, like, 'shoo fly, don't bother me,'.

The Radiator Hums

Dinner's getting cold. You haven't touched a thing. So what's it gonna be?. I can hold out much longer than you. . When it's steady, I'm just acting out my roles.

The Night I Lost The Will To Fight

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame. That once burned within these fists where defeat remains. . The night has fallen down the staircase.... . I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame.

The Martyr

And so it's begun. This is year one. The birth of a child in the form of a man. Wrapped in towel. Passed out on the floor. These drunken hours -- graces deflowered.

The Lament Of Pretty Baby

I saw something I was not supposed to see. A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me. . (The kitchen door was open a crack,. So naively we peeked inside).

The Great Decay

The Game Of Who Needs Who The Worst

A little bit closer,. I know you're not bashful. There, now that's not so bad, is it?. So what was that secret?. What did that prick whisper to you?. Was it playful and flirty.

The Censor

It's not a song about old friends,. backstabbers, leeches, or cretins.. It's not about you, and it isn't true.. . It's not a song about family,. how the lack thereof can be crippling..

The Casualty

The night has fallen down the staircase. And I, for one, have felt its bruises. Equilbrium; inebriated. Our social graces have been displaced. . As we sink deeper into the drink.

The Bitter End

When the bitter end arrives,. will we be at war or sadly, madly in love?. Will we beg for one more night?. Or will we have our bags packed. waiting at the door?.

Tall Tales Telltales

Now and again you'll remember the sound. Of the sails waving helpless. The cables wrapping one another into knots so strong. You're lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath.

Sucker & Dry

everything is alright and awful. get yourself another. we'll stay up all night. and toast to friends we never had. stranger angels have swung around this table.

Staying Alive

I've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking & screaming. Blood boiling & steaming. There are things far too dark to comprehend. Sleep on it one more night my sad old friend.

Some Red Handed Slight Of Hand

And now we proudly present. Songs perverse and songs of lament. A couple hymns of confession. And songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along I'm on the ugly organ again.

Some Red Handed Sleight Of Hand

And now, we proudly present. Songs perverse and songs of lament.. A couple of hymns of confession,. And songs that recognize our sick obsessions.. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again..

So-so Gigolo

If you got the looks and if you got the goods. I suppose you could make it anywhere. You want to get made and you want to get laid. My model agent says you gots to get paid.