I Will Not Believe That If I

I'm Not Wearing A Golden Sombrero.

I Exposed People To Magic. I Exposed Them To Something They're Never Otherwise Going To See In Their Boring, Normal Lives. And I Gave That To Them. I May Forget About Them Tomorrow, But They'll Live With That Memory For The Rest Of Their Lives. And That's A Gift, Man.

Shut Your Evil Mucus-hole You Truth Terrorist. You Lose Every Time A Mirror Implodes From Your Barbed And Gristle Image.

Let's Hook Up And Just Bring Fiery Death.

I Don't Have Time For Their Judgement And Their Stupidity And You Know They Lay Down With Their Ugly Wives In Front Of Their Ugly Children And Look At Their Loser Lives And Then They Look At Me And They Say, 'i Can't Process It' Well, No, You Never Will Stop Trying, Just Sit Back And Enjoy The Show. You Know?