And I Must Be What I Must

If You'll Be My Body Guard, I Can Be Your Long Lost Pal.

Mama, Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.

I Am Just A Poor Boy, Though My Story's Seldom Told, And I Have Squandered My Resistance, For A Pocket Full Of Mumbles, Such Are Promises. All Lies In Jest, Still A Man Hears What He Wants To Hear And Disregards The Rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...

And She Said 'losing Love Is Like A Window In Your Heart, Everybody Sees You're Blown Apart, Everybody Feels The Wind Blow.'

...music Is Sometimes The Only Benign Avenue Of Communication Between Antagonists.