If I Told You God Was Black,

They Filled Us Full Of False Illusions And Promiscuity, And They Led Us Down That Class-less Road Of Mediocrity.

We Are The Draft Beer Preservation Society.

On The Surface I'm A Mild Mannered Person, That's Until You Scratch The Animal Inside.

She Would Be Ready, But She Would Always Make Him Wait.

Here's Hoping All The Days Ahead, Won't Be As Bitter As The One's Behind You. Be An Optimist Instead, And Somehow Happiness Will Find You.