If It Has More Than Three Chords,

When You Think The Night Has Seen Your Mind, That Inside Your Twisted And Unkind, Let Me Stand To Show That You Are Blind. Please Put Down You Hands Cause I See You. I'll Be You Mirror.

It's Interesting To Have A Conglomeration Of People That Covers The Strata From A To Z... There's A Certain Element Of The Audience That's Intellectually Oriented, Into The Lyrics... Then There's Another Element Of The Audience That's Into A Sex Trip. I'm Into Both Of Them.

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

You Can't Beat Two Guitars, Bass, And Drums.

I'm Still Not Sure I Didn't Die