Well, Hey, Son Welcome To My Corner
Say - Hey, Son, Won't You Pass The Bottle
Let Me Say, Son, Be Happy That Your Breathing
It's A Pain, Son Even If It Fits Me
Listen, Hey, Son, - Won't You Spend A Quarter
It's A Game, Son, And No One Knows The Winner
It's A Shame, Son, Since Mine Is Dead You'll Keep That
Burning Flame, Son, Or Share
The Filth With Me
Your Choice

There Are Lots Of Triggers, Daggers
And No Use Prayin'
You Give Sixty Dollars Or Just Sixty Cents
Even A Single Dime Here May Be Worth
The Crime

You'll Hear A Pow - Pow - Pow - Pow - Pow And
You're Gone
It's About Not Loosin' Nothin', 'Cause Still It's Gone
Don't Bother, Sins Are Transparent, So To Say
If You Loose Control You'd Better Just Sign The Letter
Your Shoes Don't Have To Lead Up To N.Y.C.
This Corner You'll Find All Over The World
If You Have A Dream To Flee From It All
Just Flee From Human Kind And You'll Be Home
There Are Lots Of Triggers, Daggers
And On Use Prayin' You Give Sixty Dollars Or Just Sixty Cents
Even A Single Dime Here May Be Worth The Crime
You'll Maybe Do It Fine If You Learn In Time
Or You'll Read "Game Over" And Kiss It Goodbye