La Estrella
There may be no golden fleece,
But human riches I'll release
Oh, my head is spinning like the world and it's filled with beasts I've seen,
Let me put my bag down and I'll tell you it all right from the start,
Like the scarlet woman who would pick on the boys she thought were green,
And the two faced man who made a hobby of breaking his wife's heart.
Seems the more I travel,
From the foam to gravel,
As the nets unravel,
All exotic fish I find like Jason and the Argonauts
There may be no golden fleece,
But human rich
I Hate The TV
I hate the tv
I hate the tv
I hate the tv
I hate the tv
y'know that it's killing me
y'know that it's killing me
I hate the president
I hate the president
I hate the president
I hate the president
y'know that he's killing me
y'know that he's killing me
oh my love
do not fear
satan's army will never win
oh my love
do not despair
god is with us
living prayer
he's killing me
he's killing me
Gordon Gano: Vocals, Giutar
Brian Ritchie: Bass, Vocals
Victor DeLorenzo: Drums, Vocal
Recoded by Dave Nietzke at Midwest Records, Milwaukee
Mixed by David Vartanian at DV's Perversion Room, Milwaukee
*Previously Unreleased
⌦ãœn㬴 Gorno Music reprinted with permission