In Broad Daylight


Your Clean Cut Town


Has Turned Into A Hunting Ground


And Mama Don’t Need No Crystal Ball


To See The Weight


That’s Coming Down


25 Hours A Day


25 Hours A Day


In The Heart Of Night


It Howls For More


The Beast That Prowls


The Killing Floor


And Mama Don’t Need To Read The Cards


To Thell You Times Are Gettin’ Hard


25 Hours A Day


25 Hours A Day


You’ve Seen It Before


It’s Been Done To You


In Another Life, It Spell Taboo


Mama Calls It


Mama Calls It: Déjà Voodoo


When Sweet Turns To Bitter


And Not Before


When Wolves Come Scratchin’


At Your Door


That’s When Mama’s Tea Cup Prophecy


Will Tell You How It’s Gonna Be


25 Hours A Day


25 Hours A Day


Tomorrow Rips Up Your Yesterday


While It Stars In Your Old Passion Play


And Mama Can Hear The Spirit’s Song


Singing In Her Head All Night Long


25 Hours A Day


25 Hours A Day