That Fine Fever Brought Us Here...

Lambasted Eyeballs...

When We Kiss The Dirt The Orchids Laugh...

What A Gut Pageant, We Could Play For Hours...

What A Gut Pageant, Meat For The Flowers...

You Break Out Of A Paper Bag, And Wake Up On The Street...

Just Kidding...

You Don't Have To Go...

I Asked Him Why The Grass Is Blue And Stray Boys Don't Go Home...

Why 4 A.m.'s So Screwy...

He Says "Sleep Through It"...

What A Gut Pageant, We Could Play For Hours...

What A Gut Pageant, Meat For The Flowers...

Not Too Special Not Too Strange...

Just The Way I Like 'em...

You Find An Empty Promise And Stick By It...

Not Too Pretty Not Too Sweet...

Just The Way I Like You...

When You Kiss The Dirt The Orchids Laugh Harder Than Me...

Tell Me Another One...

I Could Sit For Hours...

When Anyone Laughs I Know I'm A Coward...

When We Kiss The Dirt The Orchids Laugh Harder Than Me...