And I'm living off of grass and the drippings from the ceiling. It's okay to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feeling.
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs and he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun but he don't knows not what it means.
What else should I be? All apologies. What else could I say? Everyone is gay. What else could I write? I don't have the right. What else should I be? All apologies.