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 | Hello Skinny |
3 | Act Of Being Polite |
4 | Make Me Moo |
5 | Die In Terror |
6 | Santa Dog |
7 | Don't Be Cruel |
8 | Two Lips |
9 | Demons Dance Alone |
10 | Harry The Head |