Sung By Jim



It's Too Cool

To Get Something Done

Too Many Things Move Fast

I Can't Quite Get A Grip At Last

And All The Stars Don't Shine

And All The Stars Don't Shine

And All The Walls Fall Down

And All The Fish Get Drowned



Here It Comes

Can't You Hear The Sound Of It

Just Like A Big Brass Drum

And Some Cunts Always Scratching It

Just Like A Voice Is Pain

Just Like The Taste Is Pain

I Wish That I Could Fly

You Have To Learn To Fly



She's Singing To Herself

As She's Singing In Herself

And She Walk Right Up To You

As She Walk All Over You



Don't Turn Off

I Don't Expect, I Just Accept

I'm Happy In My Box

You Got To See The Box Upstairs



And The Sun Don't Shine

And All The Stars Don't Shine

And All The Walls Fall Down

And All The Fish Get Drowned



She's Singing To Herself

As She's Singing In Herself

And She Walk Right Up To You

As She Walk All Over You