WAY BACK IN OLD AMERICA, THEY WOULDN'T SCARE YOU. THEY'D STEAL YOUR SOUL. THESE DAYS, THEY'LL JUST TAKE CARE OF YOU. JET BACK, PICK UP THE ROTARY CLONE. THE MEDICATION SEEMS SO REAL TO ME I SWEAR AN INDICATION OF THE WAY THAT WE WE'RE SCARED TO TAKE TWO SILENT SCREAMS OF PEACE ON THE FLOOR RETURNED TO VIOLENT SCENES; A BEAST ON ALL FOURS. REMEMBER HOW THIS HOUSE IT USED TO BE WHEN WE'D DARE TO GET A GRIP AND FIX THE ROYAL WE I SWEAR CITIES PREFER THESE JUNGLE DAYS FARMERS PREFER THESE JUNGLE WATERS OZONE CAUGHT IN THE LASER RAYS BETTER TO PROTECT THE SONS AND DAUGTERS OF THE TIMES AHEAD. PICK UP THE PHONE BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE A VISITOR IN MY HOUSE I FEEL LIKE AN ANIMAL IN MY HOME I JUST WANT A PLACE TO CALL MY OWN OR MAYBE I SHOULD WASTE MY ROTARY PHONE. MAKE A LITTLE PROGRESS EVERY DAY HOPING THAT WE DON'T FALL OFF ASK ME HOW I'M DOING, WHAT CAN I SAY? YO, WOMAN, THIS sh*t IS ROUGH. IF I TRIED TO DIAL LIKE BACK IN THE DAY IT MIGHT FEEL LIKE HOME BUT I'D BE HOLDING BACK THE FLAVOR OF SOMETHING WRONG AND I'D WIND UP LIKE A CLONE…TICK…BOOM.