| Lyric | Song Title |
| Gonna lay down in it 'til I've satisfied my soul | |
| When the demon is at your door | |
| And when the stars bleed out, that be the fever of the chase | |
| Now we dolly back, now we fade to black | |
| Where no sun is shining, no red lights flashing | |
| The dreary architecture of your soul | |
| Yes I'm cashing in my ten-cent life for another one | |
| You think no tomorrow will come when you lay down | |
| | Lyric | Song Title |
| Your cell phone rings--it's, like, your stupid father | |
| Lucy still loves her coke and rum but she sits alone | |
| Every patron saint hung on the wall and shared the room with twenty sinners | |
| I'm way deep into nothing special | |
| It seems like only yesterday I gazed through the glass | |
| He said, 'you must be joking son; where did you get those shoes?' | |
| Do you think that I don't see that ditch out in the valley that they're digging just for me? | |
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