Sound Is More Than Just Noise. Ordered

The Baby Sits In Front Of Mtv Watching Violent Fantasies, While Dad Guzzles Beer With His Favorite Sport Only To Find His Heroes All Coked Up.

One Chord Is Fine. Two Chords Are Pushing It. Three Chords And You're Into Jazz.

Underachievers Of The World Unite, You Have Nothing To Lose Except Your Fright.

Me, I've Concentrated On Music Pretty Much To The Exclusion Of Other Things.

I Have No Control Over The Audience. I Have No Idea What They Think. My Heart's Pure. I Can't Do Anything. I Really Can't Do Anything. I Don't Know What Goes On In The Crowd.