I'll Tell Ya, I'm A Genuinely Nice

Music Was What Bothered Me, What Interested Me.

Rock & Roll Is So Great, People Should Start Dying For It. You Don't Understand. The Music Gave You Back Your Beat So You Could Dream...the People Just Have To Die For The Music. People Are Dying For Everything Else, So Why Not For Music? Die For It. Isn't It Pretty? Wouldn't You Die For Something Pretty?

Underachievers Of The World Unite, You Have Nothing To Lose Except Your Fright.

Jealousy Endlessly Eats Through My Mind, And Jealously Endlessly Makes Me Be Unkind.

Over What Guilty Spirit To Not Hear The Beating, To Not Hear The Beating, But Only Tears Of Perfect Moan, Only Tears Of Perfect Moan.