Let's Get The Fuck Out Of Here, It's Like A Congregation.

From Every Drink's Glass Drips Condensation.

She's Got Her Jacket On Her Back.

We Put Our Last Drinks Back

And Hit The First Red Light.



No One Moves; No One Stands



Red-lip-sticks On Her Drink Glass



He's Gone For Three Nights, Come On

He's Gone For Three Nights, Come On

Come On Come On Come On



I Got Somewhere Else To Be