Honey, I'm A Cocksucker, What Are You?

You Know, Some People Got No Choice, And They Can Never Find A Voice, To Talk With That They Can Even Call Their Own. So The First Thing That They See, That Allows Them The Right To Be, Why They Follow It, You Know, It's Called Bad Luck.

I Dreamed That I Was Young And Smart, And It Was Not A Waste. I Dreamed That There Was A Point Of Life, And To The Human Race.

I Was A Product Of Andy Warhol's Factory. All I Did Was Sit There And Observe These Incredibly Talented And Creative People Who Were Continually Making Art, And It Was Impossible Not To Be Affected By That.

And I Feel Just Like Jesus' Son

To Debate Political Objectives, Views, And Goals Is The Most American Thing Conceivable.