Oh Good Heavens, Baby Where's My Medicine?
I Must Have Left It Outside With My Etiquette
The Undertaker's Rule Of Thumb
It's Hard To Talk With A Novocain Tongue

This Room Smells Like Hotel Illness
The Scars I Hide Are Now Your Business
I Can't Seem To Make Hair Nor Hide Of This
No Baby Love Is Not A Punishment.

Hypnotize By Your Rotten Behavior
This Week's Fashion Is Last Year's Flavor
I Got A Head Full Of Sermons And A Mouth Full Of Spiders
The Politics Of The World's Greatest Liar

So Tell Me Baby Is It True All Those Things That They Say About You...