So You Want To Be Married, Oh

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.

The World Is Nothing But A Big Gimmick.

Music Makes Me High On Stage, And That's The Truth. It's Like Being Almost Addicted To Music.

Looks Like My Baby Dont Live Here No More...thats Alright, Ive Still Got My Guitar..i Might As Well Go Back Over Yonder, Way Back Across The Hills, If My Baby Dont Love Me No More....i Know Her...sister Will

The Artist Draws The People. The Whole Idea Is For People To Dig Themselves, Just Mingle Around Meeting Different Other People. That's Cool.