She's Not A Girl Who Misses Much


She's Well Acquainted With The Touch Of The Velvet Hand


Like A Lizard On A Window Pane


The Man In The Crowd With The Multi-colored Mirrors


On His Hob-nailed Boots


Lying With His Eyes While His Hands


Working Over Time


A Soap Impression Of His Wife Which He Ate


And Donated To The Nation's Trust


I Need A Fix Cause I'm Going Down


Down To The *itch That I Left Uptown


I Need A Fix Cause I'm Going Down


Mother Superior Jumped The Gun


Mother Superior Jumped The Gun


Happiness Is A Warm Gun


Happiness Is A Warm Gun


When I Hold You In My Arms


And I Feel My Finger On Your Trigger


I Know That Nobody Can Do Me No Harm


Happiness Is A Warm Gun, Mama


Happiness Is A Warm Gun