Jet

Tryin' not to dwell upon the species end

But I hear what y'all been sayin' and I'm at it again

There's a finger left grippin' to the ledge then,

hey, let's do 'er to 'er, come on, oblivion

Paint a red cross over your front door

Psycho. What'd you put in their heads, Mr. Radio

Guess they should've known better but it's so in vogue to be a dumb asshole

Tear it down man

Johnny's been a dummy for his whole damn life

now he's pushing 40, all a sudden he's right

He's never known what it means to know something