So Peaceful Shalt Thou End Thy Blissful

Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's Heel, If You Will.

Come Then, Put Away Your Sword In Its Sheath, And Let Us Two Go Up Into My Bed So That, Lying Together In The Bed Of Love, We May Then Have Faith And Trust In Each Other.

Some Things You Will Think Of Yourself,...some Things God Will Put Into Your Mind

Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To The Grave.

To Be Loved, You Have To Be Nice To People, Everyday. But To Be Hated, You Don't Have To Do Squat!