I Been Losing My Head

I Been Losing My Way

I Been Losing My Brain Cells At A Million A Day

I Been So Disillusioned

I'm On Suicide Street

I Seen Everything

In Every Shape

I Seen L984 In A Terrible State

I Seen You Quazimodo

Hanging On My Gate

Oh! He Was So Hung-up And Wasted

Oh! He Was So Physically Devastated

He Was Young Enough

He Was Well-slung Enough

I Seen My Own Epitaph

I Been To Heaven And Back

Was Introduced To St. Peter; We Were Having A Chat

I Felt Him Losing His Mind

So I Began To Retreat

Desdemona And Me

We Had A Ball In A Tree

She Read My Palm In A Moment: It Was Shocking To Me

Oh, We Were So Mystified

Began To Scream Out Of Fear

Oh! She Was So Hung-up And Wasted

Oh! She Was So Physically Devastated

She Was Young Enough

She Was Well-slung Enough

I Been Writing A Song

We All Been Singing Along

It's Like A Wild Schizophrenia - Wondering Where We

Belong!

Sling It All Out The Window

Start All Over Again...

Come Into My Heart

Come In And Tear Me Apart

I Wanna Be Claustrophobic - Got A Passion - Ha Ha!

I'm So Confused I Wish I Could Die