See the wind on the meanest grease all they see
Panorama of gospel preachers and ***
Anaconda will get me here, but that’s what I want
Get the red cross blood drive to fill your cup

Stretching on the line
Cannot find anything kind
Anything you find
Will be so blind

Animosity
Seek me in a dream
Sift through golden pans
Candle land

Shooting corner through
Spitting monsters right through you
With a fire too
New excuse