Riffs

Here come the golden oldies. Here come the Hizbollah. Businessmen from South Miami humming AOR.

If you don't want pain you don't understand

Look mom, that body's got no head it's covered in blood, do you think the man is dead?

My love for you is like a truck berserker

A ten ton catastrophe on a sixty pound chain

A ten ton catastrophe on a sixty pund chain

The dagger shines in the hand of the fool

Nothing could save the Baptist. No cross. Nor altar. Nor crucifix!!!

A dark formation in the skies!

"We don’t have the brains to answer the question of what it was that rock ’n’ roll tried to start and has failed to finish." Pete Townshend