Honey, I'm A Cocksucker, What Are You?

One Chord Is Fine. Two Chords Are Pushing It. Three Chords And You're Into Jazz.

All I Want To Do, Is Write Rock And Roll That You Could Listen To As You Got Older, And It Wouldn't Lose Anything; It Would Be Timeless, In The Subject Matter And The Literacy Of The Lyrics.

Life Is Like Sanskrit Read To A Pony.

I Had Started Also Studying Because I Wanted To Learn More About Power And Fighting.

Jealousy Endlessly Eats Through My Mind, And Jealously Endlessly Makes Me Be Unkind.