Caroline Says As She Gets Up From

I've Made Love To My Mother, Killed My Father, And My Brother. What Am I To Do?

Give Me Your Hungry, Your Tired, Your Poor, That's What The Statue Of Bigotry Says. Your Poor Huddled Masses, Let's Just Club Them To Death, And Get It Over With.

I've Always Believed That There's An Amazing Number Of Things You Can Do Through A Rock'n'roll Song And That You Can Do Serious Writing In A Rock Song If You Can Somehow Do It Without Losing The Beat.

Kill Them Now, Cause I Need Some Kicks. I Need Some Kicks, I'm Getting Bored.

Does Anyone Need Yet Another Politician Caught With His Pants Down And Money Sticking In His Hole?