As The Dead Rise To

They Tied His Arms Behind His Back To Teach Him How To Swim, They Put Blood In His Coffee And Milk In His Gin.

I Wish I Had A Talking Book That Told Me How To Act And Look, A Talking Book That Contained Keys To Past And Present Memories

Give Me Your Hungry, Your Tired, Your Poor, That's What The Statue Of Bigotry Says. Your Poor Huddled Masses, Let's Just Club Them To Death, And Get It Over With.

You Know The Expression 'god Protects Fools And Drunks'? I Qualify For Both.

Rock & Roll Is So Great, People Should Start Dying For It. You Don't Understand. The Music Gave You Back Your Beat So You Could Dream...the People Just Have To Die For The Music. People Are Dying For Everything Else, So Why Not For Music? Die For It. Isn't It Pretty? Wouldn't You Die For Something Pretty?