The Baby Sits In Front Of Mtv

Some Even Claim That I'm A Terror, A Dictator And They're Right.

Give Me Your Hungry, Your Tired, Your Poor, That's What The Statue Of Bigotry Says. Your Poor Huddled Masses, Let's Just Club Them To Death, And Get It Over With.

And No Kinds Of Love Are Better Than Others

I Write Whatever Shows Up. That's Good Enough For Me. I'm Part Of The First Generation That Wants To Still Do Original Material And Not Tour Around As An Oldies Act.

Eve Kissed Able, That's How He Got Murdered By Cain.