I Am So Smart. I Am So

Come Then, Put Away Your Sword In Its Sheath, And Let Us Two Go Up Into My Bed So That, Lying Together In The Bed Of Love, We May Then Have Faith And Trust In Each Other.

Why, You Could Wake Up Dead Tomorrow

We Battle On In Words, As Always, Mere Words, And What's The Cure? We Cannot Find A Thing.

It Is The Bold Man Who Every Time Does Best, At Home Or Abroad.

Better To Flee From Death Than Feel Its Grip.