I Accept Chaos, I'm Not

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.

Witchcraft Scum Exploiting The Dumb Turning Children Into Punks And Slaves.

Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

I've Never Gone For Having A Great Voice, For Cultivating One. I'm Still Not Doing It Now.

Lord Knows I've Paid My Dues Getting Through, Tangled Up In Blue.