Each One Of Them Suffering From The

Everybody's The First Somebody, Y'know.

They Can't Hurt Me. Sure, They Can Crush You And Kill You. They Can Lay You Out On 42nd And Broadway And Put Hoses On You And Flush You In The Sewers And Put You On The Subway And Carry You Out To Coney Island And Bury You On The Ferris Wheel. But I Refuse To Sit Here And Worry About Dying.

I Never Wanted To Be A Prophet Or A Saviour. Elvis Maybe

All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.

The Only Sound That's Left After The Ambulances Go Is Cinderella Sweeping Up On Desolation Row.