Horseshoes and Hand Grenades

Vegas Baby, Vegas

If It Weren't For Bad Luck We'd Have No Luck At All

If Adventure Had A Name

Good Food, Good Freinds, Lots Of Crazy Crap On The Wall

Number Five With A Bullet

Alone In My Principles

Cross Your T's And Poke Out Your Eyes

A Completely Original Song About Getting Fucked Over

You Don't Know Shit About Astrophysics

They Don't Have Meetings About Rainbows

Striking Chords

Calling Cards