And No Kinds Of Love

I'd Harbored Hopes That The Intelligence That Once Inhabited Novels Or Films Would Ingest Rock. I Was, Perhaps, Wrong.

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.

When You're Growing Up In A Small Town You Know You'll Grow Down In A Small Town There Is Only One Good Use For A Small Town You Hate It And You Know You'll Have To Leave.

I've Made Love To My Mother, Killed My Father, And My Brother. What Am I To Do?

One Of My Rules Is: Never Listen To Your Old Stuff.