If You Don't Believe There's A Price

Her Profession's Her Religion, Her Sin Is Lifelessness.

Each One Of Them Suffering From The Failures Of Their Day, With Strings Of Guilt They Tried Hard To Guide Us.

Really The Truth Is Just A Plain Picture. A Plain Picture Of, Let's Say, A Tramp Vomiting In The Sewere. You Know, And Next Door To The Picture Mr. Rockefeller Or Mr. C. W. Jones On The Subway Going To Work. You Know, Any Kind Of Picture. Just Make A Collage Of Pictures.

I Make My Stand And Remain As I Am, And Bid Farewell And Not Give A Damn.

If You Don't Believe There's A Price For This Sweet Paradise, Just Remind Me To Show You The Scars.