 
Sometimes I think of all the places where I don't
wanna go
Then I think of all the things that I don't wanna do
And when I think of all the people that I don't wanna
meet
I close my eyes and go to sleep
Tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars
I'm the prince of poverty hangin' out in bars
Your life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool
My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel
Your obviousness disgusts me I see thru your macho
lies
I'll fight everything you stand for
There's something in your purse baby, my head is
getting sore
Maybe what we had was just green corn
 
| 1 | Don't Call Me White | 
| 2 | Linoleum | 
| 3 | Bob | 
| 4 | Lori Meyers | 
| 5 | Whoops, I Od'd | 
| 6 | You're Wrong | 
| 7 | The Decline | 
| 8 | Stickin In My Eye | 
| 9 | Franco Un-American | 
| 10 | Creeping Out Sara |