My Week Beats Your Year.

Teach Them About Anger, The Sin That Comes With Dawning. Teach Them About Flowers, And The Beauty Of Forgiveness.

I Don't Like The Word Rock Opera, But I'm Trying To Write On That Level That's Reserved For Plays Still, Or Novels.

I Like Druggy Downtown Kids Who Spray Paint Walls And Trains. I Like Their Lack Of Training, Their Primitive Technique. I Think It Hurts You, When You Stay Too Long In School.

Over What Guilty Spirit To Not Hear The Beating, To Not Hear The Beating, But Only Tears Of Perfect Moan, Only Tears Of Perfect Moan.

Some People Drink To Unleash Their Libidos, And Other People Drink To Prop Up Their Egos.