So I Cut Off My Hair And

Feeling Funny In My Mind, Lord I Believe I'm Fixing To Die Well, I Don't Mind Dying But I Hate To Leave My Children Crying Well, I Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Sure Seems Lonesome, Lord, When The Sun Goes Down

And I'll Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinking.

God, I'm Glad I'm Not Me.

Socialism, Hypnotism, Patriotism, Materialism, Fools Making Laws For The Breaking Of Jaws.

Good And Bad, I Define These Terms, Quite Clear, No Doubt, Somehow.