When The Mothers Start To

To Heal The Wound, You Have To Go Into The Dark Night Of The Soul.

I Get Tired Of Wearing The Same Thing All The Time Too.

You Don't Leave People Who Can't Defend Themselves.

Got A Little Red Line That Tells You, Boy Where The Razor's Been.

If You Call Me A New-age, Airy-fairy, Hippie-dippy Airhead I Will Shove My Crystals Up Your Ass.