Charity Is Suppose To Cover Up For

Who Am I Helping, What Am I Breaking, What Am I Giving, What Am I Taking?

Fearing Not That I'd Become My Enemy In The Instant That I Preach

Popular Music Had Never Had Lyrical Sophistication Of This Type [like Bob Dylan]; Wit, To Be Sure, But "darkness At The Break Of Noon/shadows Even The Silver Spoon/the Handmade Blade, The Child's Balloon/eclipses Both The Sun And Moon/to Understand You Know Too Soon/ There Is No Sense In Trying"? No.

Sailin' 'round The World In A Dirty Gondola Oh, To Be Back In The Land Of Coca-cola!

The Land Of Milk And Honey, They Say It Is The Land Of Money.