When I was a young boy. My father took me into the city. To see a marching band. He said, "Son, when you grow up. Would you be the savior of the broken. The beaten and the damned?"
I'm in the business of misery. Let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock. It's a matter of time before we all run out
Am I more than you bargained for yet?. I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear. 'Cause that's just who I am this week. Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum