Please Clean Your Plate Dear, The Lord

I Hear You Calling And It's Needles And Pins (and Pins) I Want To Hurt You Just To Hear You Screaming My Name Don't Want To Touch You But You're Under My Skin (deep In) I Want To Kiss You But Your Lips Are Venomous Poison

School's Out Forever, School's Been Blown To Pieces.

Old Enough To Be Drafted But Not Old Enough To Vote.

If It's Total Freedom, I Guess The Ultimate Thing You Can Go Into Is Total Silence Between The Audience And Performer, With The Performer Projecting Something He Doesn't Even Have To Play.

The Best Things In Life Don't Make Sense