Technically, I'm Not A Guitar Player, All

Spiritually, It's Always There. It Gets Better And Better All The Time. One Of These Days I'll Just Finally Release All That Out.

She's A Devil In Disguise, I Can Tell By Looking In Her Eyes, Little Miss Strange.

Some People Should Just Start Ideas And Other Ones Should Carry Them Out.

You're Not The Only One Accused Of Hit And Run. Tire Tracks All Across My Back, Well I Can See You've Had Your Fun.

White Collar Conservative Flashin' Down The Street, Pointing That Plastic Finger At Me, Hoping Soon My Kind Will Drop And Die, But I'm Gonna Wave My Freak Flag High.