It's East To See Without Lookin' Too

Well, I Don't Know, But I've Been Told The Streets In Heaven Are Lined With Gold. I Ask You How Things Could Get Much Worse If The Russians Happen To Get Up There First; Wowee! Pretty Scary!

As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of Prey, Who Pick Up On His Bread Crumb Sins, And There Are No Sins Inside The Gates Of Eden.

Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Move Your Teeth. You're An Idiot Babe, It's A Wonder That You Still Know How To Breathe.

Done So Many Evil Things In The Name Of Love, It's A Crying Shame. I Never Did See No Fire That Could Put Out A Flame.

All The People We Used To Know, They're An Illusion To Me Now.