I was born in a cross-fire hurricane, on the bayou, on the fourth of July, free, in a small town, for this, at half past twelve (almost one in the morning), in a system that doesn’t give a fuck, to love you, to rock.
(with credit to the Rolling Stones, Creedence Clearwater Revival, John Williams, John Cougar Mellancamp, Paramore, Billy Bragg & Wilco, Sizzla, Queen and Quiet Riot, in that order).
the sloppy copy 