All These People That I Used To

All I Can Do Is Be Me, Whoever That Is.

All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.

... We're Living In A Machiavellian World, Whether We Like It Or We Don't.

I Gotta Friend Who Spends His Life, Stabbing My Picture With A Bowie Knife. Dreams Of Strangling Me With A Scarf, When My Name Comes Up He Pretends To Barf.

I Just Wanted A Song To Sing, And There Came A Point Where I Couldn't Sing Anything...nobo Dy Else Was Writing What I Wanted To Sing. I Couldn't Find It Anywhere. If I Could I Probably Would Never Have Started Writing.