If Dirt Were Dollars, I Wouldn't Have

Remember How You Made Me Crazy, Remember How I Made You Scream.

I Don't Want To Discount Talent And Ability, But I Still Maintain That A Lot Of It Is Just Sheer Desire.

For Every Moment Of Joy Every Hour Of Fear For Every Winding Road That Brought Me Here For Every Breath, For Every Day Of Living This Is My Thanksgiving

We're Being Treated To The Wisdom Of Some Puffed Up, Little Fart. Doing Exactly What I Used To Do, Pretensions To Anarchy And Art.

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