Cookie Factory, with lyrics combined from performances in Rochester on April 28, 1995 and in Buffalo on April 29, 1995
 
There used to be a cookie factory in the west
And so obviously we like the west wind best
There used to be a cookie factory in the west
When the west wind blew we felt like we were blessed
And, you know, the wind would almost whisper:
Eat me...
Completely...
Eat me...

There used to be a bookstore in the east, by the beach
Where the sand and surf would turn the words to bleach
There used to be a bookstore in the east, by the beach
Where the covered spines would fade and turn to bleach
Read me...
Read me...
Read me completely