Things Go Wrong All The Time; You

There Are Enough Scary Rock & Roll Mothers In The World.

Years Go By Will I Still Be Waiting For Somebody Else To Understand Years Go By If I'm Stripped Of My Beauty And The Orange Clouds Raining In Head Years Go By Will I Choke On My Tears Till Finally There Is Nothing Left One More Casualty You Know We're Too Easy Easy Easy

My Father Was A Minister And So Rock Music Was Banned In Our House.

So Then I Though I'd Make Some Plans, But Fire Thought She'd Really Rather Be Water Instead.

I'm Trying Not To Move, It's Just Your Ghost Passing Through