 95.9 The Box. Fairfield County rocks. Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time. Hand grenade pins in every line. Throw them up and let something shine. Going out of my f***ing mind. Filthy mouth, no excuse. Find a new place to hang this noose. String me up from atop these roofs. Climb it tight so I won't get loose. Truth is you can stop and stare. Throw myself out and no one cares. Dug a trench out, lay down there with a shovel up out.