My Own Thing Is In My Head.

Of Course War Is Horrible, But At Present It's Still The Only Guarantee Of Peace.

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

You Have To Forget About What Other People Say, When You're Supposed To Die, Or When You're Supposed To Be Loving. You Have To Forget About All These Things.

When We Go To Play, You Flip Around And Flash Around And Everything, And Then They're Not Gonna See Nothin' But What Their Eyes See. Forget About Their Ears.

Will The Wind Ever Remember The Names It Has Blown In The Past? And With Its Crutch, Its Old Age, And Its Wisdom, It Whispers No This Will Be The Last.