Don't It Always Seem To Go, That

You Have This Mounting Aggressive Ignorance With The Rabbit's Foot Of Their Particular Religion. You Don't Really Have Any Kind Of Spiritual Law, Just A Kind Of A Rabid Mental Illness. The Songs Are A Little Slice Of Life.

I Can't Remember Anything I Ever Wrote.

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.

Oh, The Jealousy, The Greed Is The Unraveling. It's The Unraveling And It Undoes All The Joy That Could Be. .

All The News Of Home You Read, More About The War And Of Bloody Changes.