Tom Q: It's Cocktail Time at 80 Pine
Tom Q: Shape of the Future
Tom Q: T is for Tomahawk, T is for Tower
Tom Q: Riveting Eagle
Tom Q: Dirty Window, Dirty Sky
Tom Q: Plucked her eyebrows on the way, Shaved her legs and then he was a she
Tom Q: In New York I lost it all, To you and your vices
Tom Q: No one can stop us now, 'cause we are all made of stars
Tom Q: These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Tom Q: Don't point that thing at me...