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The Queers - Plea for Peace, Volume 2 - Houston We Have a Problem
Plea for Peace, Volume 2
Disc 1
01. For Broken Ears
02. All I Hear Is Static
03. Cringe
04. Alright Then
05. By the Throat
06. Shoulda Oughta
07. Tainted Wheat
08. Salt Lake City
09. Blackout
10. Uncle Sam
11. Mr. Misery
12. Never Felt Prettier
13. Leigh and Stokes
14. Fight the Blue Horizon
15. Chinese Lightening
16. Musclehead
17. The Patty Hearst Syndrome
18. The Gold Song
19. Love in Slow Motion
20. Confessions of a Dangerous Mouth
21. Daydreaming of Rescue
22. Dead Already (live)
23. Their System Doesn't Work for You
24. Steal Your Words
25. Houston We Have a Problem
Disc 2
01. Daly City Train
02. Bomb Sniffing Dogs
03. No More Tears
04. Teachers Get Tired
05. Do You Still Hate Me (live)
06. No More Presidents
07. Leatherface Fan
08. Faint and Fading Out
09. Me & Joe Drove Out to California
10. Less Than Zero
11. 100 Times Fuckeder
12. Devil in the Shade
13. Try Out Your Voice
14. Ring of Fire = 4 Points
15. Bad Sects
16. Mailer, Meet Jim
17. Burn
18. See You Again
19. Patent Pending
20. No, Dead People
21. Death to Order
22. Plastico Americano
23. With Friends Like These
24. Are You Alright?
25. Way Too Many Times
26. We've All Seen Better Days
27. Roger Stubach Plays the Lead
Better get the Xanax cause I think I'm in a panic
And my brain is really getting fried
The kids are getting dumber and it's really not a stunner
Cause the evidence supports my find

I mention German Measles cause my buddy's name is Weasel
And the only word I found to rhyme
Lately I've been thinking that this ain't my line of business
And I'm just about to lose my mind

I gotta tell you that the level of discourse
Was pretty bad to start with and it's getting worse
Par for the course

Houston we have a problem
And we're running out of time
Houston we have a problem
The kids are all out of their minds [2x]

I wanna tend my garden while my girlfriend wears Eve Arden
And she bitches that we got no dough
Phillip's drinking whiskey with a stripper he got frisky
Picked her up and fell and broke his toe

My nerves are really shot and I've become unmanned
And now I see I'm going pale beneath my tan
Where's my Ativan?

[Chorus]