In The Town Of Bethlehem Many Years

It's Always The Old To Lead Us To The War. It's Always The Young To Fall.

Oh You Tell Me That There's Danger To The Land You Call Your Own, And You Watch Them Build The War Machine Right Beside Your Home, And You Tell Me That You're Ready To Go Marchin' To The War, I Know You're Set For Fighting, But What Are You Fighting For?

When They Show The Destruction Of Society On Color Tv, I Want To Be Able To Look Out Over Los Angeles And Make Sure They Get It Right.

The Truest Protest Is Beauty.

The Final Story, The Final Chapter Of Western Man, I Believe, Lies In Los Angeles.