Bio

Hometown:	Austin, TX.
School:	Old

The machine ceases to operate. She'll team up with our parade. Lie on the stage. You picture all of us anywhere. We'll never come back. Ever. Bales of cocaine, falling from a low flying plane. I don't know just who dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just the same. I reached inside my pocket, found two twenties and a ten. It feels so good just feelin' good again. This is a song about a girl in a box. On the count of four, I want to see this place f**kin' move. We're gonna' chase those crazy baldheads out of our town. Peace be unto you......unless......