This morning I shot six holes in my freezer. I think I've got cabin fever.

Is it ignorance or apathy, I forget the lessons taught to me.

I was suppose to be a Jesuit priest or a naval academy graduate.

Under the heavens and under the sea there's a friend I don't know, who holds the right key.

You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor, but he's a little smart for you to fool.

Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years to late. Cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder, I'm an over forty victim of fate.

I'm inspired by people who keep on rolling, no matter their age.