Why Don't You Swallow Razor Blades?

Life Is Like Sanskrit Read To A Pony.

I Wish I Had A Talking Book That Told Me How To Act And Look, A Talking Book That Contained Keys To Past And Present Memories

The Baby Sits In Front Of Mtv Watching Violent Fantasies, While Dad Guzzles Beer With His Favorite Sport Only To Find His Heroes All Coked Up.

Dear Pope, Send Me Some Hope Or A Rope.

The Sickness Of The Mother Runs On Through The Girl, Leaving Her Small And Helpless. Liquor Flies Through Her Brain With The Force Of A Gun, Leaving Her Running In Circles.