A Man Never Got A Woman Back...

Everybody Knows That The Dice Are Loaded, Everybody Rolls With Their Fingers Crossed, Everybody Knows That The War Is Over, Everybody Knows The Good Guys Lost.

You Lose Your Grip, And Then You Slip Into The Masterpiece.

I Know There Is An Eye That Watches All Of Us. There Is A Judgment That Weighs Everything We Do. And Before This Great Force, Which Is Greater Than Any Government I Stand In Awe And I Kneel In Respect And It Is To This Great Judgment That I Dedicate This Next Song...

How Bitter Were The Prozac Pills Of The Last Few Hundred Mornings

No One Masters The Heart.