No One Can Penetrate Me. They Only

Our Repertoire Consisted Of Rhythm And Blues, Sort Of Country Rhythm And Blues, Sonny Terry Things.

In Your Heart There Is Innocence Waiting To Be Free.

The Passage Of Time Eliminates Some Of The More Intimate Details Of One's Existence. The Routine Trivia Like Passing Water And Shitting And The Amount Of Food And Alcohol Consumed In The Course Of Daily Survival. Sure, There Were Girls. Lots Of'em. It's Inevitable.

Paranoia, The Destroyer.

Hate Builds Up From The Childhood When Your World Was A Slum, But You Haven't Got The Right To Blow It To Kingdom Come.