I Hate Myself For Loving You And

When You're Sad And When You're Lonely And You Haven't Got A Friend, Just Remember That Death Is Not The End.

The Land Of Milk And Honey, They Say It Is The Land Of Money.

I Can Picture The Color Of The Song, Or The Shape Of It, Or Who It Is That I'm Trying To Appeal To, In The Song, And What I'm Trying To, Almost, Reinforce My Feelings For. And I Know That Sounds Sort Of Vague And Abstract, But I've Got A Handle On It When I'm Doing It.

The Drunken Politician Leaps Upon The Street Where Mothers Weep, And The Saviors Who Are Fast Asleep, They Wait For You.

I Said, You Know They Refused Jesus, Too. He Said, You're Not Him.