Things Always Seem To End Before They

I'd Breed A Little Liberal Army In The Wood, Just Like These Redneck Lunatics I See At The Local Bar With Their Tribe Of Mutant Inbred Piglets.

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.

The Music Business Doesn't Interest Me Anymore.

Teach Them About Anger, The Sin That Comes With Dawning. Teach Them About Flowers, And The Beauty Of Forgiveness.

I Think Life Is Far Too Short To Concentrate On Your Past. I Rather Look Into The Future.