 
"Straightjacket Weather"
I thought you would be, insane at twenty-three. now, i'm that weirdo screaming on the train. you're setting fires inside my head. i'd like to believe you. it's not arson, maybe just a warm goodbye for me. it's cold inside my heart, cold, dark, and crazy. sweater weather for you, and a straightjacket for me. head down, hands tied, dreaming only of you. who can rescue me from this padded room. if i got my mouth on some cyanide, or a shotgun, maybe i'd survive. head down, hands tied, dreaming only of you. who can rescue me from this padded room. and our get-away car is parked outside. i'll ride shotgun, baby, you can drive.
 
| 1 | True And Cold | 
| 2 | Did You Get All That? | 
| 3 | Empty Bottle Evening | 
| 4 | Solid Gold | 
| 5 | Wielders Of The Poison Pen | 
| 6 | Always A Comedian | 
| 7 | Paws | 
| 8 | Killing A Con-Artist |