I Am A Woman Of Heart And

A Few Drinks Later You're Not So Choosy When The Closing Lights Strip Off The Shadows On This Strange New Flesh You've Found.

Everything Comes And Goes; Pleasure Moves On Too Early And Trouble Leaves Too Slow

An Artist Needs A Certain Amount Of Turmoil And Confusion.

I Could Drink A Case Of You, Darlin'...and I Would Still Be On My Feet, Yes I Would Still Be On My Feet.

America Is In A Runaway-train Position And Dragging All The World With It. It's Grotesquely Mentally Ill.