The Script

These songs, The burden of the beast, I have that under the jacket of foolery, Save that for me, There is no such mayhem as suchulence, There is stop, Put that away, There once was this beast of burden, To that I salute (sintrualisational), Staven the strave, Belly is my underbeast of dreams, There goes that neighborhood, The Killers in my blood, Through, Tabular incidentalist, Toward that is central, to wise men it is greace, Stalemate my opponent.. the book 'The Nasty..'