What Doesn't Kill You Only Makes Your

Time And Distance Have A Way Of Playing Tricks With Your Best Intentions.

My Work Was Done, So It Was Time To Start Digging My Grave Again.

I'm Still A Little Bent, A Little Crooked, But All Things Considered, I Can't Complain.

All Summer Long; We'll Be Playing The Festivals. We'll Be Reading, We'll Be Leeds, We'll Be Around.

I've Wanted To Feel Pleasure To The Point Of Insanity. They Call It Getting High, Because It's Wanting To Know That Higher Level, That Godlike Level. You Want To Touch The Heavens, You Want To Feel Glory And Euphoria, But The Trick Is It Takes Work. You Can't Buy It, You Can't Get It On A Street Corner, You Can't Steal It Or Inject It Or Shove It Up Your Ass, You Have To Earn It.