Dan at his throne, White knees naked through threadbare jeans, Full of buttholes.
Beards gather, bandana'd, and
Byron, backed up, Bends and breaks his A string.
I looks down at my riff and mousse gets In my eyes.
Oh Jayson!, 21 again, “behind you!” with a Fixed-gear mic.
Where's Toshi? Oh, there's Toshi. He's found the sick Way to do it.
Lady and gentlemen, Violent Bullshit.