It appears that we have reached the edge. Forty years ago the man proclaimed the age of the gross is upon us, and even though the man was destroying our heritage, and insulting our intelligence, that era has become very real. We labor for pleasure and abhor the guilt of pressure. My generation will go down as the architects of contemporary disgust. Where is your glory now, people? Where are your Gods and politicians? Where is your shame and Salvation? What have you ever bled for?

I've got this planet in my hands. You know I'll waste it if I can. Come on, let's give it a twist and if it all turns to shit, oh wait, lets try that again.
My life is too short to have a plan. Here, let me help you understand. First take this drink, and this pill. Relax your mind, and be still. Lets find out who I am. Cause I'm just American Trash, stupid American trash.
I'm satisfied with myself, don't care for anyone else and yet I'm still united when I stand.