I Wish You Luck With

History Repeats The Old Conceits, The Glib Replies, The Same Defeats.

I Could Promise That I'll Always Be True To You, But We May Not Live To Be So Old.

I Wanna Bite The Hand That Feeds Me. I Wanna Bite That Hand So Badly. I Want To Make Them Wish They'd Never Seen Me.

Turn Up The Tv. No One Listening Will Suspect, Even Your Mother Won't Detect It, No Your Father Won't Know. They Think That I've Got No Respect But Everything Means Less Than Zero.

There's No Such Thing As An Original Sin.