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You Feed It All Your Woes, The Ghostly Garden Grows.

You've Got To Shake Your Fists At Lightning Now, You've Got To Roar Like Forest Fire You've Got To Spread Your Light Like Blazes All Across The Sky They're Going To Aim The Hoses On You, Show 'em You Won't Expire Not Till You Burn Up Every Passion, Not Even When You Die Come On Now, You've Got To Try, If You're Feeling Contempt, Well Then You Tell It If You're Tired Of The Silent Night, Jesus, Well Then You Yell It Condemned To Wires And Hammers, Strike Every Chord That You Feel That Broken Trees And Elephant Ivories Conceal

If I'm Censoring For Anyone, It's For My Parents. They Are Very Old-fashioned And Moral People. They Still Don't Understand Me That Well.

The Considerations Of A Corporation, Especially Now, Have Nothing To Do With Art Or Music.

I Sang In Art School, Just To Get Money To Smoke.