We Sit Here Stranded, Though We're All

I'm Not A Folk-singer. I Just Sing A Certain Place.

Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

Gold Will Never Free Your Father, The Price, My Dear, Is You Instead.

If Ever Asked To Look At Yourself, Don't.

I Gotta Friend Who Spends His Life, Stabbing My Picture With A Bowie Knife. Dreams Of Strangling Me With A Scarf, When My Name Comes Up He Pretends To Barf.