I Drive A Mustang. A 2005 Five-speed

It's The Age Of Reason For The Anarchist.

She Had Been Born With A Face That Would Let Her Get Away, He Saw That Face And He Lost All Control.

I Can Only Get My Drummer In The Winter; He Plays With Grand Funk All Summer.

I Work My Back 'til It's Racked With Pain, The Boss Can't Even Recall My Name.

I Wish I Had A Nickel For Every Time I Fell And Blamed Someone Else. I'd Give A Ton Of Money To The Ones I've Hurt.