We're all computers pacing the makers and taking our chances without any advances to the many advantages of being the only breakers in bandages.
We do things a little bit different here.
It's been a long time since I've been a crime worth committing yourself to.
It takes two fingers to please us. Well, I've got one for your Jesus for giving me all the diseases I'm dying from.
It's standing room only at my show. Off with their heads. Hold 'em high. Let 'em know that now is not the time to throw in the towel or bow out. A pow-wow of power trips and transistor relationships breaking up in the process of conducting electricity through crosses.
It feels so good to be here. How long do you think I could stay? And what if I stay too long and become a wallflower that blossoms into a bomb?