I Think The First Song I Ever

The Minute You Know You're On Safe Ground, You're Dead.

Money Goes To Money Heaven, Body Goes To Body Hell.

I Think Music Should Be Tarted Up, Made Into A Prostitute, A Parody Of Itself. It Should Be The Clown, The Pierrot Medium.

I'm A Born Librarian With A Sex Drive.

Some Make You Sing And Some Make You Scream. One Makes You Wish That You'd Never Been Seen. But There's A Shop On The Corner That's Selling Papier Mache, Making Bullet-proof Faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay. If You Want It, Boys, Get It Here, Thing.