A Broom Is Drearily Sweeping Up The

Oh Say, Can You See, It's Really Such A Mess. Every Inch Of Earth Is A Fighting Nest. Giant Pencial And Lipstick Tube Shaped Things, Continue To Rain And Cause Scream And Pain, And The Arctic Stains From Silver Blue To Bloody Red.

Music Is A Safe Type Of High. It's More The Way It Was Supposed To Be. That's Where Highness Came, I Guess, From Anyway. It's Nothing But Rhythm And Motion.

May The Dreams Of Your Past Be The Reality Of Your Future.

If It Was Up To Me, There Wouldn't Be No Such Thing As The Establishment.

There Are Too Many Heavy Songs Out Nowadays. Music Has Been Getting Too Heavy, Almost To The State Of Unbearable.