The Smiling Portrait Of You Is Still

The Time I Burned My Guitar It Was Like A Sacrifice. You Sacrifice The Things You Love. I Love My Guitar.

The World Is Nothing But A Big Gimmick.

I'm Up Here In This Womb, I'm Looking All Around. We'll, I'm Looking Out My Belly Button Window And I See A Whole Lot Of Frowns.

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.

Once You're Dead, You're Made For Life.