I Got A Muscle Of Love.

I Ain't No Veggie, Like My Flesh To The Bone, Alive And Licking On Your Ice Cream Cone.

You Just Let Your Lower Self Go, And Then It Takes On All These Aspects Of The Society - The City With Horns Blowing, The People Yelling Things At Each Other, And The All-in-all Violence And Chaos Of The City. Put That On Stage With Music, And That's What This Is.

Take A Look At My Face, I Am The Future.

Militant Mothers Hiding In The Basement Using Pots And Pans As Their Shields And Their Helmets.

So What This Is Is Us, Our Personalities Refined Down On To A Stage Performance. In Other Words, The Way We Play Is The End Product Of The Way We Live - We Live In The Cities, You See.