. Where're the boys in Live?. They're pissin' in the mainstream. Open up your cage. Focus all your rage. The world needs people like you In a dream I had. I was on the stage with Queen. Michael Stipe and
laments as he prays for the sun. Doom, despair, tragedy are the tool of the trade. Cut to the bone, rob the grave. Unearth the stone, lay to waste. Defile the tome, rip the page. Stipe mine the vein
