If Christ Can Die In A Barn,

I Learned To Smile By Going Through Hell. Now I Know What Hell Is And You Don't. I Can't Tell You How It Is, Cause You Can't Do It With Words.

What Are Friends? Some People Are Nice. Some People Aren't. There Are Some I'm Fairly Close With... We Talk.

Maybe I Won't Stay Out Of Prison. Who Knows?

What Looks Like Enjoyment Is The Sneer Of Contempt. That's Not A Smile.

When History Looks Back, It Will Prove What I'll Die Knowing.