In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,...
i saw something i was not supposed to see a...
a little bit closer, i know you're not bashful there,...
the night has fallen down the staircase and i, for...
Harold walks down any street of this town both crier...
And now, we proudly present songs perverse and songs of...
now and again you’ll remember the sound of the sails...
Your gentleman caller, well, he's been calling on another he...
So he would sulk and drink and mope and cross...
Cut it out- your self-inflicted pain is getting too routine...