Lyrics
- American Mud
- Business As Usual
- Good Morning Midnight
- Hard Candy
- Rolling In The Muck
- Sat On My Hands
- Slipping
- Stones In My Shoes
- Sway
- Ten Past Ten
- Times Long Past
- Wax On The Melt
- When The Morning Comes
- Hard Candy -
This routine’s getting harder by the day
All counting bricks and barred up window panes
Some mean old punks are getting on my case
And my trousers are hanging loose around my waist
I was dragged up and kicked through my troubled teens
I found a wrong crowd, I fell down at their feet
The marks are clear on the backs of my hand
From beating and a-robbing a much weaker man
I guess it’s hard to see the lie of the land
When you do all you can for that candy in the hand
It’s no excuse but I think it might explain
And I’ve got six years to sweat it from my veins