It's a ten-hour drive to our next show across the western wasteland with no gigs in between and the gas gauge says we are empty but that's okay 'cause
I live on an island in the middle of the sea that's filled of hungry sharks that like to eat people like me it's been called a utopia and a punk rock
She asked me if I like to sing I said, of course I like to sing Anyone who doesn't like to sing Must be dead if you ask me She asked how I like being
We held our legs parallel to the ground - urethane cartographers of this small mid-atlantic town. You were stuck in the mid-west making signs for opposing
Well gather round me children, a story I will tell about pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday
Tanks, tanks, tanks. Bombs, bombs, bombs. Nuclear heat-seeking battleships. Shake yer hips, raise your fists, tell 'em they can kiss yer' ass if they
The idea of north was frozen like some glacial ice, so large and imposing - but quickly thawed by words of secrecy and thoughts of northern lights and
[Originally by Gorilla Biscuits] Humor's got a place like all things, be aware of the pain it can sometimes bring. A joke to you might not be so funny
Saying "I hate" and "I didn't think the time was right," are sometimes the same or at least alike ina ction. I think you should say "this is what I want