SIX-PACK, NICE ABS!(STINENCE) SOME PEOPLE SAY THAT HELL IS A PLACE BUT THERE’S ANOTHER LAKE OF FIRE SO YOU BETTER SAY GRACE. DAD’S ON HIS WAY TO A MEETING I’M ON MY WAY TO THE STORE. HE’S AFRAID TO BE CHEATING I’M AFRAID TO FEEL BORED. SOME MAY FEEL POSSESSED I MAY MYSELF OBSESS ABOUT IT. CLOSETS FILLED WITH GHOSTS WHERE SKELETONS HANG IN ROWS. DAD’S ON HIS WAY TO A MEETING I’M ON MY WAY TO THE STORE. HE USED TO WRITE LITTLE SONGS HE DON’T WRITE NOTHIN’ NO MORE. FOOD, WATER & MINERALS THEY DON’T FEED YOUR SOUL. THE TRUTH WILL FIND YOU. WAVES CRASH IN INTERVALS. TIME’LL TAKE IT’S TOLL. THE TRUTH WILL FIND YOU OUT. THEY USED TO DROP BOMBS, BACK WHEN I WAS YOUNG. IN A SHACK, IN THE DESERT. MY LITTLE COWBOY BOOTS ON. I WON THE AWARD: “MOST WHATEVER” STAMPED IN GOLD. IT DIDN’T MEAN MUCH THEN, IT NEVER MEANT MUCH MORE. DAD’S ON HIS WAY TO A MEETING I’M ON MY WAY TO THE STORE. HE’S JUST TRYIN’ TO KEEP BREATHING’. I’M TRYING TO HOLD BACK THE ROAR. FOOD, WATER & MINERALS THEY DON’T FEED YOUR SOUL. THE TRUTH WILL FIND YOU. WAVES CRASH IN INTERVALS. TIME’LL TAKE IT’S TOLL. THE TRUTH WILL FIND YOU OUT. MAY YOU ABSORB ALL EVIL THE SON’S ON THE HORIZON. LOST AND YOU’LL NEVER FIND HIM. THE LAST OF THE LIGHT. YOU WON’T LAST THE NIGHT. MAY YOU ABSORB ALL EVIL, FRIEND. AS IT MOVED THROUGH YOU. MAY YOU ABSORB ALL EVIL, FRIEND. BEFORE IT CONSUMES YOU. ‘CAUSE IT’S NOT HARD TO SEE WHERE WE GET IT FROM, ‘CAUSE APPLES FALL FROM TREES, AND FATHERS HIDE FROM SONS. OH NO. OH NO. I MISS THE FEELING OF THE DRIFT. THE WAVES THAT MOVED BELOW MY FEET. I MISS THE FEELING THAT I HAD BEFORE IT CRASHED DOWN OVER ME. ‘CAUSE THROUGH FOG AND FIRE, WE ALL LOSE OUR DESIRES. MAY YOU ABSORB ALL EVIL, FRIEND. AS IT MOVED THROUGH YOU. MAY YOU ABSORB ALL EVIL, FRIEND. BEFORE IT CONSUMES YOU. I KNOW YOU WANT IT TO. RINGTONE MONEY HOW WE GONNA LEAVE WHEN WE DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GO? I GOT THAT RINGTONE MONEY AND IT SOUNDS LIKE SOLID GOLD. WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME, YOU LOOK LIKE YOU SAW A GHOST. HOW WE GONNA LEAVE WHEN WE DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GO? PICK UP YOUR TINSEL SHOW ME THAT YOU CARE AT ALL. SHOW ME THAT YOU’RE WILLING TO FALL. ON YOUR KNEES, WITH ME, TONIGHT. HERE COMES THE ENDING AGAIN. CREEPIN’ IN LIKE A FRIEND, TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU FEEL JUST RIGHT. PICK UP YOUR TINSEL IN WINTER. DON’T LEAVE SILVER ON THE GROUND IN SPRING. I KNOW YOU WHISPER TO MIRRORS, WHEN YOU’RE TOO AFRAID TO SING. SEASON’S GREETINGS. DECORATIONS. ARE JUST WORDS THEY DON’T MEAN A THING. THEY ALL JUST GLITTER, AND REFLECTIONS OF THINGS WE NEED IN HUMAN BEINGS. SO SHOW ME THAT YOU CARE AT ALL. SHOW ME THAT YOU’RE WILLING TO FALL. ON YOUR KNEES, WITH ME, TONIGHT. HERE COMES THE ENDING AGAIN. CREEPIN’ IN LIKE A FRIEND, TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU FEEL JUST RIGHT. GAME OVER WAIT ANOTHER MINUTE. I’LL GET MY REVOLVER. YOU CAN BE A SKELETON. JUST GIVE ME A HOLLER.