I Never Was A Very Good Singer.

Got Seven Women On My Mind. Four That Want To Own Me, Two That Want To Stone Me, And One Says She's A Friend Of Mine.

Where The Search For The Truth Is Conducted With A Wink And A Nod And Where Power And Position Are Equated With The Grace Of God These Times Are Famine For The Soul While For The Senses It's A Feast From The Edge Of My Country, As Far As You See, Looking East

The High Ideals And Promises You Once Dressed The Future In Are Dancing In The Embers With The Wind.

I Don't Know What Happens When People Die Can't Seem To Grasp It As Hard As I Try It's Like A Song I Can Hear Playing Right In My Ear That I Can't Sing I Can't Help Listening

Oh Lord, Are There Really People Starving Still?