When You Live In Hysteria, People Start

Go To Work And Be A Hollywood Stud, Drive Your Four Wheel Drive Right Into The Mud.

Music Actually Meant Something When I Started Doing It. Too Bad I Wasn't Mature Enough To Write Anything That Meant Anything.

What We Do To Each Other Are The Worst Things That We Do.

To Say That We're Doomed Is Just An Obvious Remark.

It's A Lonely Ol' Night. Can I Put My Arms Around You?