If I Could Have Any Job In

Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Open Your Mouth.

Every Pleasure's Got An Edge Of Pain, Pay Your Ticket And Don't Complain

She's A Hypnotist Collector; You Are A Walking Antique.

Beyond Here Lies Nothin' But The Mountains Of The Past

You Say You've Lost Your Faith But That's Not Where It's At You Have No Faith To Lose And You Know It