I'm Not Really Book-smart.

I'm Stupid, I'm Ugly, I'm Dumb, I Smell. Did I Mention I'm Stupid?

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

It Was A Slow Process. You Gotta Remember I Hadn't Recorded A Song Sober In Seven Years. So It Took Me Awhile To Even Feel Like I Could Record A Song Sober.

I Might Talk About Killing People, But That Doesn't Mean I Do It.

You Gotta Live It To Feel It, You Didn't You Wouldn't Get It.