Sergeant O'leary Is Walking The Beat, At

I Have A Theory That The Only Original Things We Ever Do Are Mistakes.

I Took A Fresh Pack Of Luckies, A Mint Called Sen-sen, My Old Man's Trojans.

My Songs Are Like My Kids.

There Are People Who Have Lost Every Trace Of Human Kindness.

Forced To Recognize Our Inhumanity, Our Reason Coexists With Our Insanity. And Though We Choose Between Reality And Madness, It's Either Sadness Or Euphoria.