I Was Born My Papa's Son


A Wanderin' Eye And A Smokin' Gun


Now Some Of You Would Live Through Me


Lock Me Up And Throw Away The Key


Or Just Find A Place To Hide Away


Hope That I'll Just Go Away


I Feel Alright – I Feel Alright Tonight





I'll Bring You Precious Contraband


And Ancient Tales From Distant Lands


Of Conquerors And Concubines And


Conjurers From Darker Times


Betrayal And Conspiracy


Sacrilege And Heresy





I Got Every Thing You Wont Or Need


Your Darkest Fear, Your Fondest Dream


I Ask You Questions, Tell You Lies


Criticize And Sympathize


Be Careful What You Wish For Friend


Because I've Been To Hell And Now I'm Back Again