You Feed It All Your Woes, The

Everybody's Saying Hell's The Hippest Way To Go. Well, I Don't Think So, But I'm Gonna Take A Look Around It Though.

My Name Had Gone Stale, And No Matter How Progressive I Got, It Was My Time To Die.

It's Life's Illusions That I Recall, I Really Don't Know Life At All

I Met A Redneck On A Grecian Isle Who Did The Goat Dance Very Well.

I Had Made All These Rules For Myself: I'm Not Writing Social Commentary, I'm Not Writing Love Songs.