Lay Down The Song You Strum, And

You Know What They Say About Bein' Nice To The Right People On The Way Up Sooner Or Later You Gonna Meet Them Comin' Down

Loneliness, Tenderness, High Society, Notoriety, You Fight For The Throne And You Travel Alone.

It Rubs Me The Wrong Way, A Camera... It's A Frightening Thing...cameras Make Ghosts Out Of People.

I Heard The Tongues Of Angels And The Tongues Of Men And It All Sounded No Different To Me.

Too Much Information About Nothing.