Chorus:
The son of the know thing flew into today.
He left in a hurry had little to say;
But fore the barking sub side in his wake,
He helped out with vestiges sweeter than cake:
The Son:
Opulent givings are seldom a dread.
They help you relieve all them lies in your head.
But for the giving begets a sure vain,
Leave open a window and let in some rain.
1 | Birthday Boy |
2 | Sinister Exaggerator |
3 | Pain And Pleasure |
4 | My Work Is So Behind |
5 | Honey Bear |
6 | I Hate Heaven |
7 | Mahogany Wood |
8 | Tourniquet Of Roses |
9 | Ghost Child |
10 | Edweena |