| Lyric | Song |
| Darkness fills my heart with pain | |
| Forty thousand men and women everyday | |
| Now you don't need that money when you look like that, do ya honey | |
| Hang on to the glory of my right hand | |
| The songs you grow to like never stick at first | |
| She could kill you with a wink of her eye | |
| What's real, and what's for sale? | |
| Heaven send Hell away, no one sings like you anymore | |
| They don't love you like I love you | |
| But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold | |
| We're going all night so, baby, keep your boots on the ground! | |
| They've not a care for the rush of traffic | |
| Stuck in ways of being an ass and I've got a lot of nerve that I'm ready to pass | |
| Can we climb this mountain? I don't know | |
| Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days | |
| She rather handsome we kinda looked the same | |
| You break your back can't do no wrong | |
| Oh, a storm is threat'ning my very life today | |
| I'd do what I can to keep her lookin' pretty | |
| Im all i want to be, a walking study in demonology | |
| I can't stand it, I know you planned it | |
| I'll tip my hat to the new constitution | |
| Speeding down the fast lane, playin' from town to town | |
| You'll forget about me after I've been gone | |
| Dear Daddy, I write you in spite of years of silence | |
| I'll keep ten feet behind just to walk you home | |
| It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy | |
| It's just the beasts under your bed, in your closet, in your head | |
| As I plea, wish the sun would rescue me | |