Valium would have helped that bash.
Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating, to not hear the beating, but only tears of perfect moan, only tears of perfect moan.
Dear Pope, send me some hope or a rope.
The baby sits in front of MTV watching violent fantasies, while Dad guzzles beer with his favorite sport only to find his heroes all coked up.
People think that I work out but it's all t'ai chi.
When I record an album I'm trying to get as close as possible to that perfect moment.