It Was A Pretty Good Year For

Sharper Than A Serpents Tongue, Tighter Than A Bongo Drum, Quicker Than A One Night Stand, Slicker Than A Mambo Band.

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 Armchair Warriors Often Fail And We've Been Poisoned By These Fairy Tales The Lawyers Clean Up All Details Since Daddy Had To Lie But I Know A Place Where We Can Go And Wash Away This Sin We'll Sit And Watch The Clouds Roll By And The Tall Grass Wave In The Wind Just Lay Your Head Back On The Ground And Let Your Hair Spill All Around Me Offer Up Your Best Defence But This Is The End This Is The End Of The Innocence

Some Records With Drum Machines On Them Sound Phony And Plastic. It All Depends On How You Use The Tools.

An Angry Man Can Only Get So Far Until He Reconciles The Way He Thinks.

I Was Flying Back From Lubbock And I Saw Jesus On The Plane, Or Maybe It Was Elvis. You Know, They Kind Of Look The Same.