I'm Fortunate That I've Been In This

We Satisfy Our Endless Needs And Justify Our Bloody Deeds In The Name Of Destiny And In The Name Of God.

O' Beautiful, For Spacious Skies But Now Those Skies Are Threatening They're Beating Plowshares Into Swords For This Tired Old Man That We Elected King.

The Land Of Opportunity Spawned A Whole New Breed Of Men Without Souls.

To Want What I Have, To Take What I'm Given With Grace. For This I Pray.

Playing The Drums Hurts My Back.