Dead Babies Can Take Care Of Themselves,

You Just Let Your Lower Self Go, And Then It Takes On All These Aspects Of The Society - The City With Horns Blowing, The People Yelling Things At Each Other, And The All-in-all Violence And Chaos Of The City. Put That On Stage With Music, And That's What This Is.

Baby, Shut Up And Let Me Drink The Wine From Your Fur Tea Cup.

He Thinks About His Teacher In His Literary Class, He's Staring At Her Legs.

Every Good Band In The World Was A Cover Band First. The Beatles Were And The Stones Were. Everybody Was A Cover Band.

She Wears High Tech Devo Suit, She Changed Her Name To Xerox, She Hides Quaaludes In Her Boots.