A burned down old barn where someone was king  White washed city halls surrounded by the proceeds  Old woman janitor, whose wishes are gold  Forget all the good years, at least we'll have the sluts  The nicest nooses to fight this useless darling little war  It's almost worth it to teach me prudence  At least a coffin full of stones would approve  Take rock bottom over pretty days  Politicians and their masochisms  The killers of the sun are blaming the moon  My mercury hat is on  Fingers are numb  Remember your memories, it increases the fun  The moth that is drawn towards white light/white heat  A New York quest for the 1970's  There's not a day that we've haven't gone too far