We're Out Of Control On

I Met Her In A Club Down In North Soho, Where You Drink Champagne And It Tastes Just Like Coca-cola.

The Soul Needs Attention Like The Body Needs To Breath.

Self Destroyer, Wreck Your Health, Destroy Friends, Destroy Yourself. The Time Device Of Self Destruction, Lies, Confusion, Start Eruption.

If You Weren't Naggin', Honey, You'd Be So Sweet.

It's Never Too Late To Get A New Design, And If You Wanna Compete You Gotta Visualize.