Technically, I'm Not A Guitar Player, All

Promotion With My Name Only, That's All I Have To Do With It.

Anger He Smiles, Towering In Shiny Metallic Purple Armor. Queen Jealousy, Envy Waits Behind Him, Her Fiery Green Gown Sneers At The Grassy Ground.

The Truth Is Straight Ahead, So Don't Burn Yourself Instead.

Room Full Of Mirrors, That's More Of A Mental Disarrangement. This Says Something About Broken Glass Used To Be All In My Brain.

You're Just Like Crosstown Traffic, So Hard To Get Through To You.