20 plus years and we’re still trying to get up that great big hill of hope for a destination of having a good offense for once.
And so I cry sometimes when I’m lying in bed, just to get it all out, what’s in my head, and I’m feeling, a little peculiar, and so I wake in the morning and a step outside and I take a deep breath and straighten my tie, and I scream from the top of my lungs WHATS GOING ON???????
And I say, ARRRTTTHHHURRR, AAARRRTTTHHHUURRR, ARRRTTTTHHHUUURRR, I said ART, WHATS GOING ON?