The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.
Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.
The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.
He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall, and the all time winner has got him by the fun.
Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun. No sense in sitting there hating everyone.