You Won't See My Parents Honored On

I Would Like To Live To A Ripe Old Age And Raise Watermelons In Wyoming.

The Sickness Of The Mother Runs On Through The Girl, Leaving Her Small And Helpless. Liquor Flies Through Her Brain With The Force Of A Gun, Leaving Her Running In Circles.

One Chord Is Fine. Two Chords Are Pushing It. Three Chords And You're Into Jazz.

I Had Started Also Studying Because I Wanted To Learn More About Power And Fighting.

Nothing Beats 2 Guitars, Drum And Bass.