IntroVerse 1Modern Man No Longer Works At What Cannot Be AbbreviatedGreat Writers Steal, But Don't Get CuteThere Is No Such Joy In The Tavern As Upon The Road TheretoGreat Writers Steal, But Don't Get CuteChorusParis, Texas, I Ain't Flexing, I'm Too Old For ThatI Just Pulled A Muscle, Thinking 'Bout You, Too Hard On The CouchThat's The Universal ThumpBanging Like A Conga DrumInterludeVerse 2He Spends His Evenings At The Pool Hall, Crucified By Them Damn Pall MallsThe Lord Byron Of DixieDon't You Fret, The Propaganda, Will Still Be There In The MorningHowling Infinite DoomChorusOver Yonder, Is My Favorite River, Stubborn As The MuleBy Way Of Dublin, Fossils Bubbling, A Mystic Breed Of FuelThat's The Universal ThumpBanging Like A Conga DrumThat's The Universal ThumpBanging Like A Conga DrumOutro
