Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By D.A.D., Straight out of frame'n'bend out of shape
Nothing's real x-cept
By D.A.D., Look at that guy in those tight leather-pants
He can't
By D.A.D., Yeah! I wake up; beaten, wrapped around the T.V.
Strange
By D.A.D., There was a real thin line
Between right or wrong
By D.A.D., I learned politeness on my mother's knee..
I learned by
By D.A.D., Yeah! See the milk's in the fridge
And it's turning
By D.A.D., In a heavy-metal box
Where I was kept from I
By D.A.D., We played this part of this song for a year
By D.A.D., Yeah, c'mon!
Hey, there's nothing I hate in.
No, there's
By D.A.D., Heart and clock slows down...
And the sand reverberates with