I'll Tell Ya, I'm A Genuinely Nice

Honey, I'm A Cocksucker, What Are You?

This Violent Rage That Turned Inward Cannot Be Helped By Drink.

Caroline Says As She Gets Up From The Floor, You Can Hit Me All You Want To, But I Don't Love You Anymore.

Music Should Come Crashing Out Of Your Speakers And Grab You, And The Lyrics Should Challenge Whatever Preconceived Notions That Listener Has.

It's Depressing When You're Still Around And Your Albums Are Out Of Print.