Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where

I Gaze Into The Doorway Of Temptation's Angry Flame And Every Time I Pass That Way I Always Hear My Name

But Now We Got Weapons Of The Chemical Dust If Fire Them We're Forced To Then Fire Them We Must One Push Of The Button And A Shot The World Wide And You Never Ask Questions When God's On Your Side

But I Would Not Feel So All Alone, Everybody Must Get Stoned.

I Just Don't Hear Anyone Else Making The Music I'm Making In My Head, So I'll Have To Do It Myself.

I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage, But Then Again, It's The Only Place Where I'm Happy.