The Sun's Not Yellow, Its Chicken!

You Were Born With A Snake In Both Of Your Fists While A Hurricane Was Blowing.

I'm Sittin' On My Watch So I Can Be On Time.

Each One Of Them Suffering From The Failures Of Their Day, With Strings Of Guilt They Tried Hard To Guide Us.

I Don't Think There's Enough Guns.

Everything From Toy Guns That Spark To Flesh-colored Christs That Glow In The Dark It's Easy To See Without Looking Too Far That Not Much Is Really Sacred.