We Are The Draft Beer Preservation Society.

He's Better Than The Rest, And His Arm Sweat Smells The Best.

Put All The Pervs In Jail, Bring Back The Birch And Cat-o-nine Tails.

The Christians To The Lions Sold Out Every Night.

At One Time They've Been The Most Important Thing To Me. So I Can't Hear Our Records On The Radio, I Can't Stand It, Because They Sound So Out Of What Everyone Else Is Doing.

The Intellectual Controls The Spiritual, The Animal Respects The Natural.