I Have Tried In My Way To

It's Time That We Began To Laugh And Cry And Cry And Laugh About It All Again.

The Big Change Is The Proximity To Death.

You Can Say That I've Grown Bitter But Of This You Can Be Sure. The Rich Have Get Their Channels In The Bedrooms Of The Poor. And There's A Mighty Judgement Coming But I May Be Wrong.

I Can't Run No More With That Lawless Crowd While The Killers In High Places Say Their Prayers Out Loud. But They've Summoned, They've Summoned Up A Thundercloud And They're Going To Hear From Me. Ring The Bells That Still Can Ring Forget Your Perfect Offering There Is A Crack In Everything That's How The Light Gets In.

And I'll Bury My Soul In A Scrapbook, With The Photographs There And The Moths.