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 | Alligator Blood |
| 2 | White Trashing |
| 3 | Please Eat |
| 4 | Mean |
| 5 | Ugly |
| 6 | Dog Teeth |
| 7 | True Love Café |
| 8 | Coma Baby |
| 9 | Rampage |
| 10 | Angels of Porn II |