I Found Myself In Too Much Of

When Things Get Too Heavy, Just Call Me Helium, The Lightest Known Gas To Man.

This Morning Came On To Me, Silver Wings Silhouetted Against The Child's Sunrise.

I Believe Everybody Should Have A Room Where They Get Rid Of All Their Releases. So My Room Was A Stage.

If It Was Up To Me, There Wouldn't Be No Such Thing As The Establishment.

White Collar Conservative Flashin' Down The Street, Pointing That Plastic Finger At Me, Hoping Soon My Kind Will Drop And Die, But I'm Gonna Wave My Freak Flag High.