If It Has More Than Three Chords,

It's The Music That Kept Us All Intact, Kept Us From Going Crazy.

All The People Have Gone To War Leaving No Interrogator To Mind.

Herpes, Aids, The Middle East At Full Throttle. Better Check That Sausage Before You Put It In The Waffle.

The Sickness Of The Mother Runs On Through The Girl, Leaving Her Small And Helpless. Liquor Flies Through Her Brain With The Force Of A Gun, Leaving Her Running In Circles.

There Are Problems In These Times, But None Of Them Are Minei'm Beginning To See The Light