God, Let Me Remember All Good Losers.

Tell Me If The Lovers Are Losers... Tell Me If Any Get More Than The Lovers.

Lay Me On An Anvil, O God. Beat Me And Hammer Me Into A Steel Spike.

I Take You And Pile High The Memories. Death Will Break Her Claws On Some I Keep.

Our Lives Are Like A Candle In The Wind.

There Is No Song To Your Singing.