Here In My Room
Where The Paint Dries Like Your Face
I'm Still Confusing Love With Need
Tonight At 10
I'll Cry For A While
They'll Get Me For Sure
It's Just A Question Of Time

We're The Crazies

Some Things I Do
I Feel So Ashamed
But I Have Run Of Points Of View
The Man Is A Thinker
Who Thought That He Died
Just Sits In The Corner
Looking Somewhat Surprised

We're The Crazies

I Only Exterminate
In My Spare Time
I Fight The Machine For The Passers By
I Know I'm Wrong
But What Makes You Right
The Simple Solution Is To End It All

We're The Crazies