I'm Not A Playwright. The People In

The Drunken Politician Leaps Upon The Street Where Mothers Weep, And The Saviors Who Are Fast Asleep, They Wait For You.

Just A Reminder, If You Tell Anyone About What Happened With Jonah Last Night, I'll Destroy All Of My Writing And Never Play Music Again.

Shedding Off One More Layer Of Skin, Keeping One Step Ahead Of The Persecutor Within.

Got No Religion. Tried A Bunch Of Different Religions. The Churches Are Divided. Can't Make Up Their Minds And Neither Can I.

It Wouldn't Kill You To Stay The Night Anyway.