Look at you, you're perfect,
Hoodie hanging just right,
Tattooed arm, cigarettes,
Unaware of your might
Yeah, sure, your pants are baggy,
And your mesmer-eyes are blue,
And you leave me feeling hollow,
As she makes plans with you
What do I have to offer?
Suicides and unhappy times,
Compared to your youthful wonder,
I'm just four tracks and shitty rhymes
1996 • Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
2004 • Society Is a Carnivorous Flower
2004 • Society Is a Carnivorous Flower
1996 • The Drama of Alienation
1996 • The Drama of Alienation
1996 • The Drama of Alienation
1996 • The Drama of Alienation
1996 • Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
2004 • Society Is a Carnivorous Flower
1993 • No One Has a Future
1996 • Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
1995 • Analysis, Yes, Very Nice