Ask The Sheep For Their

Brother Will Kill Brother, Spill Blood Across The Land. Killing For Religion, Something I Don't Understand. Fools Like Me Who Cross The Sea And Come To Foreign Lands, Ask The Sheep For Their Beliefs; 'do You Kill On God's Command?'

When I Left New York, After Getting Fired From Metallica, All I Remember Is That I Wanted Blood. Theirs.

Pop And Metal Aren't Friends. Each Knows Exactly Where The Other Lives And Tries To Keep Its Distance. They Choose Different Streets, Neighborhoods, Zip Codes.

No Matter How Beautiful A Girl Is, She Still Shits.

If I'm Gonna Commit Suicide, I'll Go Out Eatin' Pussy To Death.