I Want To Be Happy. I Want

I Suffer Mornings Most Of All I Feel So Powerless And Small By Ten O'clock I'm Back In Bed Fighting The Jury In My Head

How Do We Let People Pay For Music?

In Other Words, Let's Give Our Young Women The Right Weapons To Fight With As They Charge Naked Into Battle, Instead Of Ordering Them To Get Back In The House And Put Some Goddamn Clothes On.

Take On The Pain And Wear It As A Shirt.

I Don't Try To Make Anybody Outside Happy.