>sits on the toilet seat eating fried chicken, pulls a can of Coors out the toilet cistern leans into the microphone:
>"Dead Indians scattered on dawn's highway*burp* scatters the child's fragile egg shell mind
>"Ooooh Mama....YEAH!!!!"
>"Come here little girl love you Ahhhhh yeaahhh!"
>Satisfied leave the rest for the band to finish while you go off for heroin and hamburgers with your 14 yeat old wife