Sometimes The Silence Can Be Like Thunder.

The National Bank At Profit Sells Road Maps For The Soul.

I Used To Play Hockey When I Was Growing Up. Everyone Sort Of Learns How To Skate And Play Hockey At An Early Age.

Mama, Put My Guns In The Ground, I Can't Shoot Them Anymore. That Long Black Cloud Is Coming Down.

Look, You Know I Don't Wanna Come On Ungrateful, But That Warren Report, You Know As Well As Me, Just Didn't Make It. You Know, Like They Might As Well Have Asked Some Banana Salesman From Des Moines, Who Was Up In Toronto On The Big Day, If He Saw Anyone Around Looking Suspicious/.

And I Hope That You Die And Your Death'll Come Soon I Will Follow Your Casket In The Pale Afternoon And I'll Watch While You're Lowered Down To Your Deathbed And I'll Stand O'er Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead