Once You Think You Know The Song,

A Poem Is A Naked Person.

It Pays To Know Who Your Friends Are But It Also Pays To Know You Ain't Got Any Friends.

I'll Always Thank The Lord When My Working Day Is Through, I Get My Sweet Reward To Be Alone With You.

There's Not Even Room Enough To Be Anywhere/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.../i Was Born Here And I'll Die Here Against My Will/i Know It Looks Like I'm Moving, But I'm Standing Still.

You Know, The Streets Are Filled With Vipers Who've Lost All Ray Of Hope You Know, It Ain't Even Safe No More In The Palace Of The Pope