I Was Trying To Do Too Many

White Collar Conservative Flashin' Down The Street, Pointing That Plastic Finger At Me, Hoping Soon My Kind Will Drop And Die, But I'm Gonna Wave My Freak Flag High.

You Know I'll Kiss You For My Supper. Yeah, You Know I'll Kiss You For My Dinner, Baby.

Technically, I'm Not A Guitar Player, All I Play Is Truth And Emotion.

Oh Say, Can You See, It's Really Such A Mess. Every Inch Of Earth Is A Fighting Nest. Giant Pencial And Lipstick Tube Shaped Things, Continue To Rain And Cause Scream And Pain, And The Arctic Stains From Silver Blue To Bloody Red.

It All Has To Come From Inside, Though, I Guess.