"Hey! Hey! He was fine, just we sell out." They come to feast on purist man They come to feast on mortal tan Filling their bodies with disease Swollen still like killer bees For that lack from their prize They fucked their children, staring eyes
Seven Songs / Shadow Host
Beautiful Red Dress / Laurie Anderson
Somebody Said / Harry Chapin
Every Little Thing / Yes
Dead calm / Unanimated
NO LOOKIN` BACK / Michael McDonald
No Pain No Gain / Scorpions
Let The Rest Of The World Go By / Ringo Starr
Buried in Your Black Heart / Burden Brothers
