Because The Ceiling Was Too Low

Anyone Ever Tell You That You Talk To Much

Blades

Feeding Off The Misfortunes Of Others

For Those Who Have Trouble Breaking Glass

I Hate Kid Gorgeous

I Hate Myself And Want To Die

I Know A Girl Named Disease

Kerosene Smile

Lovesong

Morrissey Was Right

My Life As A Bridge

Paying The Butcher In Diamonds

Rather Touch Than Talk

Suicide Solves Everything