I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.
The time you wait subtracts the joy The heads the angel you destroy
Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.
Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal
The best songs just come unasked for. You don't have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.
Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion.