Been Riding Broomsticks Since She

There'll Be No Smoking In The Gas Chamber.

After Awhile, Your, Your Cheap Talk Don't Even Cause Me Pain, So Let Your Bullets Fly Like Rain.

You're A Woman, At Least You Taste Like You Are.

Well, Obviously Religion Must Come From Inside.

When Things Get Too Heavy, Just Call Me Helium, The Lightest Known Gas To Man.