I Am An Expert Witness Because I

This Year, Notoriety Got Confused With Fame, And The Devil Is Down Hearted Because There Is Nothing Left For Him To Claim.

We're Being Treated To The Wisdom Of Some Puffed Up, Little Fart. Doing Exactly What I Used To Do, Pretensions To Anarchy And Art.

Sometimes To Keep It Together You've Got To Leave It Alone.

Nobody On The Road. Nobody On The Beach. I Feel It In The Air, The Summer's Out Of Reach.

We Live A Protracted Adolescence. At Some Point You Must Leave The Party.