Bobby was sayin hands off, I'm not your prick.

How can I explain, ... so hard to get on. You would not believe what a young lad had to do to get on. I heard it first hand from some who did, no names mentioned.

That's one of the lies, the not rememberin. Hoochie Coochie. Too much of nothing not to look back on.

Madhouse on Castle Street. If there is a tape ask yourself who most likely has it, and what he's like when the Idiot Wind hits heavy on his borderline.