Save Me, Save Me, Save Me From

Save Me, Save Me, Save Me From This Squeeze. I Got A Big Fat Mama Trying To Break Me.

The Day We Were Born, We Were All God's Children.

On The Surface I'm A Mild Mannered Person, That's Until You Scratch The Animal Inside.

The Intellectual Controls The Spiritual, The Animal Respects The Natural.

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.