The Ballad of Mighty KDS: The Drunken Freight Train of my Heart mashed a truckload of my dreams at the crossroads of a life-time of believin' in FASC. And the prison of me and my old guitar... my daddy gave to me... to sing about the mighty KDS eternally. All those wild women that I met in my Rhinestone pick up truck... hauling poop to be churned up in the mighty KDS. Just around the bend in Vancouver... where we met up with some speculators who really were dirty, rotten, low-down MMs from the West. Etc, etc I even have a melody for the song.