Welcome To My Nightmare, I

I Don't Think You Can Shock An Audience Anymore. Me Cutting My Head Off Is A Great Illusion, But When You Turn On Cnn And There's A Guy Really Getting His Head Cut Off, It Does Dilute What I Did.

When You Touch Me There, Honey, Makes My Blood Perspire, You Got My Body Flaming Like A California Fire. Pulsing, Pounding, Pushing No Longer In Control, Heatwave In My Brain, Smolder In My Soul.

And If I Am Elected, I Promise The Formation Of A New Party, A Third Party, A Wild Party.

God Gives You A Life And Says, 'okay, What Are You Going To Do With It?'

My Ultimate Goal Will Be My Being Told In A Penthouse Letter That I Can Frame.