And It's A Hard, It's A Hard,

Cop Comes Down The Street Crazy As A Loon, He Throws Us In Jail For Carrying Harpoons.

You've Got A Lotta Nerve To Say You Are My Friend. When I Was Down You Just Stood There A Grinin

Loneliness, Tenderness, High Society, Notoriety, You Fight For The Throne And You Travel Alone.

We Don't See The People That Vice Destroys. We Just See The Glamour Of It - Everywhere We Look, From Billboard Signs To Movies, To Newspapers, To Magazines. We See The Destruction Of Human Life.

It Wouldn't Kill You To Stay The Night Anyway.