Why Don't You Pass The Gun Around

If It's Total Freedom, I Guess The Ultimate Thing You Can Go Into Is Total Silence Between The Audience And Performer, With The Performer Projecting Something He Doesn't Even Have To Play.

Chained In A Cell, Got My Own Private Hell. Preacher Crucifies Me, Warden Wants To Fry Me.

When We Get Together And Rehearse, Which Is Always Living With Each Other, We Always Talk About What Would Make It Better, What Would Mean More, What Would Say More. So We're Always Improving And Growing.

I Just Want Your Body, Sheeba, I Don't Want Your Brains.

It's A Big Flash Of All These Things And Whatever You Take Out Of That Statement's One Statement, One Mind, One Statement, One Act, One Show, And All The Songs Are One.