I'm Eighteen And I Like It.

When We Get Together And Rehearse, Which Is Always Living With Each Other, We Always Talk About What Would Make It Better, What Would Mean More, What Would Say More. So We're Always Improving And Growing.

You Just Let Your Lower Self Go, And Then It Takes On All These Aspects Of The Society - The City With Horns Blowing, The People Yelling Things At Each Other, And The All-in-all Violence And Chaos Of The City. Put That On Stage With Music, And That's What This Is.

No More Mr. Nice Guy.

When You Touch Me There, Honey, Makes My Blood Perspire, You Got My Body Flaming Like A California Fire. Pulsing, Pounding, Pushing No Longer In Control, Heatwave In My Brain, Smolder In My Soul.

Yet I Was Marilyn Manson - Times 10.