I Just Want Your Body, Sheeba, I

Dead Babies Can Take Care Of Themselves, Dead Babies Can´t Take Things Off The Shelf.

Make That Money Run Like Honey On Your Tongue.

I Don't Know, But I've Been Told, The Streets Of Hell Are Paved With Gold.

When We Get Together And Rehearse, Which Is Always Living With Each Other, We Always Talk About What Would Make It Better, What Would Mean More, What Would Say More. So We're Always Improving And Growing.

Baby, Shut Up And Let Me Drink The Wine From Your Fur Tea Cup.