How Many Deaths Will It Take 'till

Although The Masters Make The Rules For The Wise Men And The Fools, I've Got Nothing, Ma, To Live Up To.

Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Open Your Mouth.

It's Not A House, It's A Home.

Well Now What's The Use In Dreamin' You Got Better Things To Do Dreams Never Did Work For Me Anyway Even When They Did Come True

I Do Know What My Songs Are About.