Nobody Has Ever Taught You How To

You Can't Imagine Parlor Ballads Drifting Out Of High-rise Multi-towered Buildings. That Kind Of Music Existed In A More Timeless State Of Life.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rolling High And Mighty Traps, Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps.

Money Doesn't Exist Because I Don't Recognize It.

If I Had Rubies, Riches, And Crowns, I'd Buy The Whole World And Change Things Around.

Draft Beer, Not People.