Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.

Maybe Roll In The Sand With A Rock And Roll Man.

Wasting Away Again In Margaritaville, Searching For My Lost Shaker Of Salt.

Back To My Childhood Where Those Monsters Reside. They Snack On Innocence And Dine On Self Esteem.

Cheeseburger In Paradise!