Honey, I'm A Cocksucker, What Are You?

The Currents Rage So Deep Upon Us, This Is The Age Of Video Violence.

I'd Breed A Little Liberal Army In The Wood, Just Like These Redneck Lunatics I See At The Local Bar With Their Tribe Of Mutant Inbred Piglets.

Honey, I'm A Cocksucker, What Are You?

Over What Guilty Spirit To Not Hear The Beating, To Not Hear The Beating, But Only Tears Of Perfect Moan, Only Tears Of Perfect Moan.

One Of My Rules Is: Never Listen To Your Old Stuff.