- We Only Fuck To Black Sabbath Vol. 4
- With Horses In Her Eyes, She Spat Like A Wildcat
- The Tropics Of Cancer, Capricorn And A Smashed Face
- Hunger Like Numb Toes On An Oslo Sidewalk
- We Only Fuck To Black Sabbath Vol. 4
- With Horses In Her Eyes, She Spat Like A Wildcat
- The Tropics Of Cancer, Capricorn And A Smashed Face
- Hunger Like Numb Toes On An Oslo Sidewalk
- The Graduate Walks With A Distant Gait
- This Charade Has Lasted Well Past The Curtain's Call
- The Truth Of The Matter Is That I Am Satan And On Guitars We Have The Devils. This Is Devil Music.
- Tips For Avoiding The Clap: 1. I Wouldn't Piss On A Scorpion If It Was On Fire.
- I May Have Cried A River For Him, But He's No Depardieu
- Das Plague (It's French For Germans)
- We've Built Our Tombs And Now We're Sleeping In Them
- With Horses In Her Eyes, She Spat Like A Wildcat
- We've Built Our Tombs And Now We're Sleeping In Them
- We Only Fuck To Black Sabbath Vol. 4
- Tips For Avoiding The Clap: 1. I Wouldn't Piss On A Scorpion If It Was On Fire.
- This Charade Has Lasted Well Past The Curtain's Call
- The Truth Of The Matter Is That I Am Satan And On Guitars We Have The Devils. This Is Devil Music.
- The Tropics Of Cancer, Capricorn And A Smashed Face
- The Graduate Walks With A Distant Gait
- I May Have Cried A River For Him, But He's No Depardieu