Everyone Is More Or Less Mad On

When You're Wounded And Left On Afghanistan's Plains, And The Women Come Out To Cut Up What Remains, Jest Roll To Your Rifle And Blow Out Your Brains And Go To Your Gawd Like A Soldier.

Too Much Work And Too Much Energy Kill A Man Just As Effectively As Too Much Assorted Vice Or Too Much Drink.

On The Road To Mandalay, Where The Flyin'-fishes Play, An' The Dawn Comes Up Like Thunder Outer; China 'crost The Bay!

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep... For It's Tommy This, An' Tommy That An' Chuck Him Out, The Brute! But It's Saviour Of His Country, When The Guns Begins To Shoot!

I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found It.