We cheated on our math tests, we carved some dirty words on the desk.
I can't go to school, cause I don't have a gun. I ain't got a gun, cause I ain't got a job. I ain't got a job, cause I can't go to school.
Militant mothers hiding in the basement using pots and pans as their shields and their helmets.
We play it differently now. If we did the album now it would be different.
Love's a loaded gun and it shoots to kill.
If you confine it, you're confining a whole thing. If you make it spontaneous, so that anything can happen, like we don't want to confine or restrict anything. What we can do, whatever we can let happen, you just let it happen.