You're Driving With Your Eyes Closed.

No Shame, No Solution, No Remorse, No Retribution, Just People Selling T-shirts.

Sharper Than A Serpents Tongue, Tighter Than A Bongo Drum, Quicker Than A One Night Stand, Slicker Than A Mambo Band.

Some Records With Drum Machines On Them Sound Phony And Plastic. It All Depends On How You Use The Tools.

You're Driving With Your Eyes Closed.

I've Been Trying To Get Down To The Heart Of The Matter But My Will Gets Weak And My Thoughts Seem To Scatter But I Think It's About Forgiveness... Forgiveness, Even If You Don't Love Me Anymore.