You're Not The Only One

The Artist Draws The People. The Whole Idea Is For People To Dig Themselves, Just Mingle Around Meeting Different Other People. That's Cool.

White Collar Conservative Flashin' Down The Street, Pointing That Plastic Finger At Me, Hoping Soon My Kind Will Drop And Die, But I'm Gonna Wave My Freak Flag High.

Imagination Is The Key To My Lyrics. The Rest Is Painted With A Little Science Fiction.

Knowledge Talks, Wisdom Listens.

I'm Gonna Put A Curse On You And All Your Kids Will Be Born Completely Naked.