Far From Me Be The Gift Of

I've Finally Tapped Into That Spirit Of Self-destruction That Makes Rock-n-roll The King Of Music!

Shame Is No Comrade For The Poor, I Weet.

For Never, Never, Wicked Man Was Wise.

It Is Not Right To Exult Over Slain Men.

...like That Star Of The Waning Summer Who Beyond All Stars Rises Bathed In The Ocean Stream To Glitter In Brilliance.