In Such Ugly Times, The Only True

The Fortunes Of The Entire World May Well Ride On The Ability Of Young Americans To Face The Responsibilities Of An Old America Gone Mad.

Show Me A Country Where The Bombs Had To Fallshow Me The Ruins Of Buildings So Talland I'll Show You A Young Landwith Many Reasons Whythere But For Fortune, Go You Or Iyou Or I.

God Help The Troubadour Who Tries To Be A Star. The More That You Try To Find Success, The More That You Will Fail.

The Painter Paints His Brushes Black, Through The Canvas Runs A Crack, Portrait Of The Pain Never Answers Back...

A Protest Song Is A Song That's So Specific That You Cannot Mistake It For Bullshit.