I Write Probably 80 Percent Of My

I Used Her And She Used Me, But Neither One Cared, We Were Getting Our Share.

It's The Age Of Reason For The Anarchist.

They Do Respect Her But, They Love To Watch Her Strut.

Set Yourself The Bolder Course. Keep Your Heart An Open Shrine.

The Years Rolled Slowly Past And I Found Myself Alone. Surrounded By Strangers I Thought Were My Friends, I Found Myself Further And Further From My Home.