Blessed Are The Sat Upon, Spat Upon,

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...

So I'll Continue To Continue To Pretend My Life Will Never End, And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.

I Don't Like Fashion. It's Very Heartless.

When I First Heard Elvis Perform "bridge Over Trouble Water" It Was Unbelivable,and I Thought To Myself, How The Hell Can I Compete With That?

Nor Is It Strange That After Changes Upon Changes, We Are More Or Less The Same