I wanted to write a song with piano, it pretty much wrote itself. (The chromatic structure of the guitar solo had been in my head untabbed for years.) LYRICS: Flexible bullet fired at me Following some unknown trajectory Piercing the walls…

I wanted to write a song with piano, it pretty much wrote itself. (The chromatic structure of the guitar solo had been in my head untabbed for years.) LYRICS: Flexible bullet fired at me Following some unknown trajectory Piercing the walls…

I wanted to write a song with piano, it pretty much wrote itself. (The chromatic structure of the guitar solo had been in my head untabbed for years.) LYRICS: Flexible bullet fired at me Following some unknown trajectory Piercing the walls…

I have no money. That sucks. Disclaimer: One of my buddies, Chris Schugg, wrote the riff heard during the verses back in 2005 and gave me his blessings to use it. (He's pretty much set his guitar down for good, if you can believe that…

This song was a challenge to write . . . LYRICS: Order for your protection under threat of a gun You might be confined here till the damage is done Lock him up and toss the key It's for your own good Straightjacket Done Tie me…

Still have not called. LYRICS: Mother May I take a few steps forward Mother May I leave this place behind Mother I don't want to go to heaven Mother Maybe I don't want to die Unfortunate son of a bitch who gets to barter for…

I can't really help myself. *updated audio 5-17-12

Everyone has had one of those special nights . . . (The strings are not a sample.) UPDATED AUDIO 1-20-12 LYRICS: Sneak out and slip into the night Shotgun we're going for a ride Forget your curfew Everything will be all right…

I've always liked playground taunts and rhymes. LYRICS: Sit in the garden eating nothing but worms Tastes pretty good to me There's so much bounty coming out of the soil I could be feeding for weeks Who knows where that's been…

I know the world needs the upwardly mobile, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. LYRICS: Success is regressive Step forward is two steps back A world unimpressive judging me for what I lack Defying convention all rules are relative…