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 |