You’re A Cow Give Me Some Milk

Trying To Create A Next World War, He Found A Promoter Who Nearly Fell Off The Floor, He Said I Never Engaged In This Kind Of Thing Before, But Yes I Think It Can Be Very Easily Done.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rolling High And Mighty Traps, Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps.

I'm Not A Playwright. The People In My Songs Are All Me.

There's Eyes Behind The Mirrors In Empty Places.

The Radio Makes Hideous Sounds.