If Dirt Were Dollars, I Wouldn't Have

There Are No Facts, There Is No Truth, Just Data To Be Manipulated.

Sharper Than A Serpents Tongue, Tighter Than A Bongo Drum, Quicker Than A One Night Stand, Slicker Than A Mambo Band.

Who Knows How Long This Will Last, Now We've Come So Far So Fast.

We Satisfy Our Endless Needs And Justify Our Bloody Deeds In The Name Of Destiny And In The Name Of God.

We Live A Protracted Adolescence. At Some Point You Must Leave The Party.