I Can't Fax You My

We Are The People Our Parents Warned Us About.

There's A Strange Sense Of Pleasure Being Beat To Hell By A Storm When You're On A Ship That Is Not Going To Sink.

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

Wrinkles Will Only Go Where The Smiles Have Been.

Yes, I Am A Pirate, Two Hundred Years To Late. Cannons Don't Thunder, There's Nothing To Plunder, I'm An Over Forty Victim Of Fate.