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 | Constantinople |
| 2 | Birthday Boy |
| 3 | Sinister Exaggerator |
| 4 | Pain And Pleasure |
| 5 | My Work Is So Behind |
| 6 | Honey Bear |
| 7 | I Hate Heaven |
| 8 | Mahogany Wood |
| 9 | Tourniquet Of Roses |
| 10 | Ghost Child |