Is Virgin You Trying To Fathom Me

Whither Goest Thou, America, In Thy Shiny Car In The Night?

Somewhere Along The Line I Knew There'd Be Girls, Visions, Everything; Somewhere Along The Line The Pearl Would Be Handed To Me.

I Suddenly Began To Realize That Everybody In America Is A Natural-born Thief.

I Don't Know, I Don't Care, And It Doesn't Make Any Difference.

There Are Worse Things Than Being Mad.