I'm Not Sure About Life After This;

For Whatever Reason, Not All People Are Born With The Particular Gift Of Being Able To Express Ourselves Through Music. And, Believe Me, It Is A Gift.

It's Nine O'clock On A Saturday, The Regular Crowd Shuffles In / There's An Old Man Sitting Next To Me Making Love To His Tonic And Gin / He Says, 'son, Can You Play Me A Memory?/ I'm Not Really Sure How It Goes / But It's Sad And It's Sweet, And I Knew It Complete When I Wore A Younger Man's Clothes.'

What If She Figures Out You're Not Very Smart?

If You're A Very Unfulfilled Person You Might Have A Tendency To Turn To Crime.

I'm Carrying The Weight Of All The Useless Junk And Modern Man Accumulates.