I Don't Think I Ever Thought Of

See It's Easy As Cake, Simple As Whistling Dixie While I'm Waving The Pistol At Sixty Christians Against Me Go To War With The Mormons, Take A Bath With The Catholics In Holy Water, No Wonder They Tried To Hold Me Under Longer.

Cuz This Is What Happens When Bad Meets Evil We Hit The Trees Till We Look Like Vietnamese People

You Don't Wanna Go Eggin' Him On. It'll Never Be My Chair That Your On, Crown So Tight That It Cuts Off Circulation To The Brain No Oxygen. Other Words There's No Heir To The Throne.

If You're The Parent, Be A Parent. You Know What I Mean? I'm A Parent. I Have Daughters.

I Don't Think I've Ever Read Poetry, Ever.