God Gives You A Life And Says,

Rock Should Never Be In Bed With Politics.

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Stoopid.

When You Touch Me There, Honey, Makes My Blood Perspire, You Got My Body Flaming Like A California Fire. Pulsing, Pounding, Pushing No Longer In Control, Heatwave In My Brain, Smolder In My Soul.

The Sicker Our Fans Get, The Sicker We'll Get

I'm Not Crazy About Country-western Music. But The Lyrics Are Good.