| 歌曲 | Letters to Mommy |
| 歌手 | Desert Sessions |
| 专辑 | The Desert Sessions, Vol. 5: Poetry for the Masses |
| My sweetheart is a yogi | |
| The painter's still asleep | |
| I'm stuck here in my scoggie | |
| The smell is in trouble deep | |
| The president's head is played | |
| The garbage is pilin up | |
| The schoolyard kids are playin | |
| I'm on my second | |
| Coke Nick's goin' with me | |
| The neighbor's bangin | |
| Don't make me a bug | |
| Nick's goin' to a hangin' | |
| Oh, honey please, won’t you come? | |
| The dancin' sweetheart's smokin' | |
| Mercury is higher | |
| I’m scared to death but fallin' | |
| Now Jupiter is on fire | |
| I wish I had a dollar | |
| For every dream | |
| I've had The cat took off her collar | |
| Now I need to calm her down | |
| Nick's goin' to me | |
| Guitars are playin' | |
| You can hear them strum | |
| We're goin' to a hangin' | |
| Oh, honey please, won't you come? | |
| It's called a crime of passion | |
| It's called a circus tribe | |
| The media teeth are nashing | |
| While wearin' that anchor's smile | |
| I sure can face the ocean | |
| The desert burnt the toast | |
| I wish I had some lotion | |
| I feel like a piece of toast | |
| Nick's goin' to leave | |
| Bells are ringin' | |
| Goin to death and to jump | |
| We're goin' to a hangin' | |
| Oh, honey please, won’t you come? | |
| Oh, honey please, won’t you come? |
| My sweetheart is a yogi | |
| The painter' s still asleep | |
| I' m stuck here in my scoggie | |
| The smell is in trouble deep | |
| The president' s head is played | |
| The garbage is pilin up | |
| The schoolyard kids are playin | |
| I' m on my second | |
| Coke Nick' s goin' with me | |
| The neighbor' s bangin | |
| Don' t make me a bug | |
| Nick' s goin' to a hangin' | |
| Oh, honey please, won t you come? | |
| The dancin' sweetheart' s smokin' | |
| Mercury is higher | |
| I m scared to death but fallin' | |
| Now Jupiter is on fire | |
| I wish I had a dollar | |
| For every dream | |
| I' ve had The cat took off her collar | |
| Now I need to calm her down | |
| Nick' s goin' to me | |
| Guitars are playin' | |
| You can hear them strum | |
| We' re goin' to a hangin' | |
| Oh, honey please, won' t you come? | |
| It' s called a crime of passion | |
| It' s called a circus tribe | |
| The media teeth are nashing | |
| While wearin' that anchor' s smile | |
| I sure can face the ocean | |
| The desert burnt the toast | |
| I wish I had some lotion | |
| I feel like a piece of toast | |
| Nick' s goin' to leave | |
| Bells are ringin' | |
| Goin to death and to jump | |
| We' re goin' to a hangin' | |
| Oh, honey please, won t you come? | |
| Oh, honey please, won t you come? |