Manic Depression Is A Frustratin' Mess.

The Smiling Portrait Of You Is Still Hanging On My Frowning Wall.

My Own Thing Is In My Head. I Hear Sounds And If I Don't Get Them Together Nobody Else Will.

All I'm Writing Is Just What I Feel, That's All. I Just Keep It Almost Naked. And Probably The Words Are So Bland.

The World Is Nothing But A Big Gimmick.

We Gotta Stop Smokin', Stop, Stop. I Mean Cigarette Smoking.