You Can Only Hold A Smile For

Oh Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me. I'll Be Anybody You Want Me To Be.

You Know, The Condom Is The Glass Slipper Of Our Generation. You Slip It On When You Meet A Stranger. You Dance All Night, Then You Throw It Away.

You Must Realize That One Day You Will Die. Until Then You Are Worthless.

Maybe Self-improvement Isn't The Answer, Maybe Self-destruction Is The Answer.

This Wasn't Any Mere Song And Dance; Here Was A Bold, Blaring Declaration Howling Itself Into The Empty Face Of Death.