Some Get The Gravy, Some Get The

When I Felt That Fame - People Were Nosing Me Out - Well, I Moved On. I Used Traveling Names; Wigs If Necessary.

Won't You Stay We'll Put On The Day And We'll Talk In Present Tenses

We Have A War Dictator Who Was Not Elected, He Snuck In. So He Punishes People That Threaten Him In Any Way, Or Even Say Something He Doesn't Like. It Has No Resemblance To Democracy.

Depression Can Be The Sand That Makes The Pearl. Most Of My Best Work Came Out Of It.

And The Seasons They Go 'round And 'round And The Painted Ponies Go Up And Down We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind From Where We Came And Go Round And Round And Round In The Circle Game.