A Lot Of People Can't Stand Touring

I'll Stand Over Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead.

I Don't Think There's Enough Guns.

My Guard Stood Hard When Abstract Threats, Too Noble To Neglect, Deceived Me Into Thinking, I Had Something To Protect.

It Wouldn't Kill You To Stay The Night Anyway.

Inside The Museum Infinity Goes Up On Trial. Voices Echo, 'this Is What Salvation Must Be Like After A While.' But Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.