Educate Us With Your Media Machine, Tell

Underneath That Rude Exterior, You've Got A Heart Of Gold.

I'm Sitting In A Cage With My Eye Upon The Clock.

The Passage Of Time Eliminates Some Of The More Intimate Details Of One's Existence. The Routine Trivia Like Passing Water And Shitting And The Amount Of Food And Alcohol Consumed In The Course Of Daily Survival. Sure, There Were Girls. Lots Of'em. It's Inevitable.

I Don't Think England Is That Gray But India Is Like A Long Drone.

Money And Corruption Are Ruining The Land, Crooked Politicians Betray The Working Man, Pocketing The Profits And Treating Us Like Sheep, And We're Tired Of Hearing Promises That We Know They'll Never Keep.