 
The swan sang with a broken neck
Out by the pool, behind the fence
You can’t forgive me when
You know if I had the gun, I’d
Choose to shoot again
He raised my hands in the backyard
He taught me to be a good shot
You love the sound of sorry
Even when you know I am not
I am not
In the holy land of broken homes
You still pretend you don’t know
That I took it out back and I
Snapped its neck just like
A wishbone and I let it die
He raised my hands in the backyard
He taught me to be a good shot
You love the sound of sorry
Even when you know I am not
I am not
| 1 | White Trashing | 
| 2 | Alligator Blood | 
| 3 | Please Eat | 
| 4 | Mean | 
| 5 | Ugly | 
| 6 | Dog Teeth | 
| 7 | Hair Lockets | 
| 8 | Rampage | 
| 9 | Angels of Porn | 
| 10 | Coma Baby |