I Worked My Way Up From Nothing

Why A Four-year-old Child Could Understand This Report. Run Out And Find Me A Four-year-old Child. I Can't Make Head Nor Tail Out Of It.

Yes, Darling, Let Me Cover Your Face With Kisses-on Second Thought, Just Let Me Cover Your Face

A Hospital Bed Is A Parked Taxi With The Meter Running.

Blessed Are The Cracked, For They Shall Let In The Light.

Come On In Girls, And Leave All Hope Behind.