I've Made Love To My Mother, Killed

They Tied His Arms Behind His Back To Teach Him How To Swim, They Put Blood In His Coffee And Milk In His Gin.

Speaking In A Common Tongue, Speaking Through Guitars And Drums.

I Always Believed That I Have Something Important To Say And I Said It.

You Know, Some People Got No Choice, And They Can Never Find A Voice, To Talk With That They Can Even Call Their Own. So The First Thing That They See, That Allows Them The Right To Be, Why They Follow It, You Know, It's Called Bad Luck.

I Can Create A Vibe Without Saying Anything, Just By Being In The Room.