I Think I Have A Dualistic Nature.

The Radio Makes Hideous Sounds.

I Thought That He Was Righteous, But He's Vain. Oh, Somethings A Telling Me I Wear The Ball And Chain.

You Can't Imagine Parlor Ballads Drifting Out Of High-rise Multi-towered Buildings. That Kind Of Music Existed In A More Timeless State Of Life.

You Can't Do Something Forever.

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.