 
My pocket don't drive me fast
My mother treats me slow
My statue's got a concrete heart
But you're the coldest bitch I know
In the factory that you call your mind
Graveyard thoughts of stone
A master thief I wouldn't enter there
You've nothing I would care to own, so help me
You're pretending that you got it made
You know I know you know no truth
You're still serving cookies and kool-aid
You're so proper and so cute
My pocket don't drive me fast
My mother treats me slow
My statue's got a concrete heart
But you're the coldest bitch I know, so help me
| 1 | Forget It | 
| 2 | Sandrevan Lullaby - Lifestyles | 
| 3 | I Think Of You | 
| 4 | Crucify Your Mind | 
| 5 | Hate Street Dialogue | 
| 6 | Inner City Blues | 
| 7 | I Wonder | 
| 8 | Jane S. Piddy | 
| 9 | Silver Words? | 
| 10 | To Whom It May Concern |