Think I'm Going For A Walk Now
I Feel A Little Unsteady
I Don't Want Nobody To Follow Me
'cept Maybe You
I Could Make You Happy You Know
If You Weren't Already
I Could Do A Lot Of Things
And I Do
Tell You The Truth I Prefer
The Worst Of You
Too Bad You Had To Have A Better Half
She's Not Really My Type
But I Think You Two Are Forever
And I Hate To Say It But
You're Perfect Together
So Fuck You
And Your Untouchable Face
And Fuck You
For Existing In The First Place
And Who Am I
That I Should Be Vying For Your Touch
And Who Am I
I Bet You Can't Even Tell Me That Much
Two-thirty In The Morning
And My Gas Tank Will Be Empty Soon
Neon Sign On The Horizon
Rubbing Elbows With The Moon
A Safe Haven Of Sleepless
Where The Deep Fryer's Always On
Radio Is Counting Down
The Top 20 Country Songs
And Out On The Porch The Fly Strip Is
Waving Like A Flag In The Wind
Y'know, I Don't Look Forward
To Seeing You Again Soon
You'll Look Like A Photograph Of Yourself
Taken From Far Far Away
And I Won't Know What To Do
And I Won't Know What To Say
Except Fuck You...
I See You And I'm So Perplexed
What Was I Thinking
What Will I Think Of Next
Where Can I Hide
In The Back Room There's A Lamp
That Hangs Over The Pool Table
And When The Fan Is On It Swings
Gently Side To Side
There's A Changing Constellation
Of Balls As We Are Playing
I See Orion And Say Nothing
The Only Thing I Can Think Of Saying
Is Fuck You...