[Thurston]
lay down your lucky hand, upon her heart
morning becomes a kite, tangled up in stars
laugh in the midday light, and leave - it behind
move out into his sundry eyes, and sing, unwind
hang down your lucky head, a sign to time
morning becomes the sun, for the dandy line
sooner than the midday light, we leave behind
love is out into the sundry light, you sing, unwind
| 1 | Bull In The Heather |
| 2 | Superstar |
| 3 | Dirty Boots |
| 4 | Teenage Riot |
| 5 | Sunday |
| 6 | Mildred Pierce |
| 7 | Schizophrenia |
| 8 | Sugar Kane |
| 9 | Incinerate |
| 10 | Cinderella's Big Score |