I Have Been Drunk Now For Over

If I Don't Die By Thursday, I'll Be Roaring Friday Night.

While My Mind Is Flexible, These Brittle Bones Don't Bend.

Older And Wiser Voices Can Help You Find The Right Path, If You Are Only Willing To Listen.

My Only Contact With The Outside World Was An Rca Victrola, And Elvis Would Sing, And Then I'd Dream About Expensive Cars.

We're Just Recycled History Machines, Cavemen In Faded Blue Jeans.