Please Clean Your Plate Dear, The Lord

Don't Always Know What I Am Talking About, Feels Like I'm Living In The Middle Of Doubt.

The Best Things In Life Don't Make Sense

Give Me Lace And Whiskey, Mama's Own Remedy.

I'm Eighteen And I Like It.

Why Are We Rock Stars? Because We're Morons. We Sleep All Day, We Play Music At Night And Very Rarely Do We Sit Around Reading The Washington Journal.