Daydreamin' Drugs The Pain Of Living.

I Dreamed I Saw The Bombers Riding Shot Gun In The Sky And They Were Turning Into Butterflies Above Our Nation.

Fibers In A Variety Of Colors Protrude Out Of My Skin Like Mushrooms After A Rainstorm. They Cannot Be Forensically Identified As Animal, Vegetable Or Mineral.

I Always Thought The Women Of Song Don't Get Along, And I Don't Know Why That Is.

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.

Fame Is A Series Of Misunderstandin Gs Surrounding A Name.