I Won't Be Righteous Again. I'm Not

Following A Code Of Silence, You're Never Gonna Lose The Anger.

You Just Sit Home And Masturbate. The Phone Is Going To Ring Soon, But You Just Can't Wait.

It's Nine O'clock On A Saturday, The Regular Crowd Shuffles In / There's An Old Man Sitting Next To Me Making Love To His Tonic And Gin / He Says, 'son, Can You Play Me A Memory?/ I'm Not Really Sure How It Goes / But It's Sad And It's Sweet, And I Knew It Complete When I Wore A Younger Man's Clothes.'

This Is Our Moment, Here At The Cross-roads Of Time. Time Is Relentless And As The Past Dissappears, We're On The Verge Of All Things New.

For Whatever Reason, Not All People Are Born With The Particular Gift Of Being Able To Express Ourselves Through Music. And, Believe Me, It Is A Gift.