I Can Create A Vibe Without Saying

I'd Breed A Little Liberal Army In The Wood, Just Like These Redneck Lunatics I See At The Local Bar With Their Tribe Of Mutant Inbred Piglets.

As The Dead Rise To Live, The Live Sink To Die, The Currents Are Deep And Raging Inside.

There's A Bit Of Magic In Everything, And Some Loss To Even Things Out.

I've Gone Out With My Shotgun. This Is Hunting Country Out There. You Better Run.

For A While, I Felt A Little Self-impelled To Write Lou Reed Kind Of Songs. I Should Have Understood That A Lou Reed Song Was Anything I Wanted To Write About.