Track 5, "Terror" -The sky is high with the living breath, and there's a little bit of luck between alive and death The words I sing, they're very plain lt's an...

We are all gathered here on the verge of thankless years, to find out why we're lost And I don't think It's wrong if you find out where you belong and you want ...

Fun like this could only be happening here, My head on the TV set and my mouth on a beer Loneliness then death, wohohowowo And I don't care if you're three or y...

The middle-aged rasta guy joggin' around gainesville, middle-aged rasta guy joggin' around gainesville, there's a middle-aged rasta guy joggin' around gainesvil...

Little green men coming out of paint cans, Phosphate mines and Slaked Lime, 1966, he was sixteen, it's Central Florida in the era of the dragline, play it over ...

All I want is a place to come home to, nothing fancy, no paternal throne, just a place I can always return to when my head's hangin' low All I need is a friend ...

It's six o'clock and the sun comes up woke up this morning without a heart, you know I bled it dry long ago Feeling these feelings that I can't even start and n...