May The Dreams Of Your Past Be

Drifting, On A Sea Of Forgotten Teardrops, On A Lifeboat, Sailing For Your Love

With Any New Civilization... They Have To Have Their Own Officers And Police And Governments And All That.

My Nature Just Changes.

White Collar Conservative Flashin' Down The Street, Pointing That Plastic Finger At Me, Hoping Soon My Kind Will Drop And Die, But I'm Gonna Wave My Freak Flag High.

My Goal Is To Be One With The Music. I Just Dedicate My Whole Life To This Art.