Knowledge Talks, Wisdom Listens.

This Morning Came On To Me, Silver Wings Silhouetted Against The Child's Sunrise.

After Awhile, Your, Your Cheap Talk Don't Even Cause Me Pain, So Let Your Bullets Fly Like Rain.

Every City In The World Always Has A Gang, A Street Gang, Or The So-called Outcasts.

I Just Hate To Be In One Corner. I Hate To Be Put As Only A Guitar Player, Or Either Only As A Songwriter, Or Only As A Tap Dancer. I Like To Move Around.

Anger He Smiles, Towering In Shiny Metallic Purple Armor. Queen Jealousy, Envy Waits Behind Him, Her Fiery Green Gown Sneers At The Grassy Ground.