there must be something we can eat
maybe find another lover
should i fly to Los Angeles
find my asshole brother
minnie(?) mouse has grown up a cow
dave’s on sale again
we kissy kiss in the rear view
we’re so bored
you’re to blame
try to see it once my way
everything zen
everything zen
i don’t think so
rain dogs howl for the century
a million dollars a steak
as you search for your demi-god
and you fake with a saint
there’s no sex in your violence
there’s no sex in your violence
try to see it once my way
everything zen
everything zen
i don’t think so
i don’t believe that Elvis is dead
i don’t believe that Elvis is dead
i don’t believe that Elvis is, Elvis is
there’s no sex in your violence
