狠狠撸

Los Angeles, California

Vocalist

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow, No flowers of life will cheer me: instead You may give me my roses now! Celibacy is not hereditary Familiarity breeds children Life is sexually transmitted We do precision guesswork Born free . . . Taxed to death If it's too loud, you're too old Common sense isn't common Nothing succeeds like excess Do pilots take crash-courses? If it ain't broke, fix it until it is The older I get, the older old is Relax, its only Ones and Zeros A closed mouth gathers no feed Do witches run spell checkers? I don't get even . . . . . I get odder Allow me to introduce my selves A feature is a bug with senio