First The Pork Chops, Then Morality

I Don't Know What A Man Is. Only That Every Man Has His Price.

What Rapture, Oh, It Is To Know A Good Thing When You See It And Having Seen A Good Thing, Oh, What Rapture 'tis To Flee It.

Sometimes I Have Visions Of Myself Driving Through Hell, Selling Sulphur And Brimstone, Or Through Heaven Peddling Refreshments To The Roaming Souls. If Me And The Children I've Got Left Could Find A Place Where There's No Shooting, I Wouldn't Mind A Few Years Of Peace And Quiet.

Come In, Dear Wind, And Be Our Guest You Too Have Neither Home Nor Rest.

Those Against Politics Are In Favor Of The Politics Inflicted Upon Them.