FUCKIN' SORRY! okay! (so) i was a little wrong you can't always fight against the things going on. you can't deny existance of what's on the nightly news- but you can try to change things hey! whatchya got to lose? you see, in a way, we're all the same: pitiful and poor; you can be a billionaire and still pass out on the floor! the difference lies in whether (or not) we choose to be damned fools so in order to define ourselves here's a few simple rules: rule - number - one: we will not bitch for money why about about things you can't change like the sun being too* well, sunny^ and we won't cry about anything just to fill our pockets if you can't reach the dog's damn leash then don't. try. and walk it! rule - number - two: no songs about tipper gore we want want to offend the bitch with words like "fucking whore!" well, maybe just two or three ya know, in the name of rock. after all, PMRC stands for "pull my rigid cock!" [background:] or "plug my rectal cavity!" [uh, slight solo maybe?] rule - number - last is mojo nixon's battle cry. where eagles dare to pretend to care eagles - must - die. i'm talkin' `bout don henley, that hypocritical prick! if you really wanna save walden woods then BUY IT! - YOU DICK! so i guess that brings us back to rule number one: what's the point in music if you don't have any fun? once again we're sorry - hey! we were wrong! you gotta bitch sometimes or else nothing lasts for long! choir: together we stand, blah blah blah blah blah... *=stop, ^=start again