Don't Wanna Marry Nobody, If They're Already

Time Is An Ocean, But It Ends At The Shore.

Bent Out Of Shape From Society's Pliers, Cares Not To Come Up Any Higher, But Rather Get You Down In The Hole That He's In.

The Only Sound That's Left After The Ambulances Go Is Cinderella Sweeping Up On Desolation Row.

Maybe In The 90s Or Possibly In The Next Century People Will Look Upon The 80s As The Age Of Masturbation, When It Was Taken To The Limit; That Might Be All That's Going On Right Now In A Big Way.

On The Stone That Remains Carved Next To His Name, His Epitaph Plain, Only A Pawn In Their Game.