Take It Easy Baby, Take It As

Getting Drunk . . . You're In Complete Control Up To A Point. It's Your Choice, Every Time You Take A Sip. You Have A Lot Of Small Choices. It's Like . . . I Guess It's The Difference Between Suicide And Slow Capitulation . . .

Where Are The Feasts We Were Promised? Where Is The Wine, The New Wine, Dying On The Vine.

We're Reaching For Death On The End Of A Candle We're Trying For Something That's Already Found Us

Actually I Don't Remember Being Born, It Must Have Happened During One Of My Black Outs.

I Pressed Her Thigh And Death Smiled