It's cold but warm inside. Stone Temple Pilots is on the stereo and you lovely readers have welcomed me back with your fancy email messages. Y'all are cool. The Robert Downey Jr. State of love and trust as I busted down the pretext.
Sin still plays and preaches, but to have an empty court, uh huh.
And the signs are passin', grip the wheel, can't read it. And I listen for the voice inside my head. Nothin', I'll do this one myself. Lay her down as priest does, should the Lord be a countin'. Will be in my honor, make it pain, painfully quick, uh huh.