Number of Lyrics in Album : 12
By Elliott Smith, alphabet city is haunted
constantina feels right at home
she probably won't
By Elliott Smith, No bad dream fucker's gonna boss me around
Christian brothers gonna
By Elliott Smith, They're waking you up to close the bar
the street's wet
By Elliott Smith, I'm a junkyard full of false starts
and I don't need
By Elliott Smith, A low riding junkie girl
rode down south to your little
By Elliott Smith, your hand on his arm
Haystack charm around your neck
By Elliott Smith, While the hands are pointing up midnight
Your a question mark
By Elliott Smith, Here in line where stupid shit collides
With dying shooting stars
All
By Elliott Smith, Killing a southern belle is all you know how to
By Elliott Smith, Everything is exactly right
When I walk around here drunk every
By Elliott Smith, i'm waiting for the train
the subway that only goes one
By Elliott Smith, Keep your things in a place meant to hide
But I