Sometimes To Keep It Together You've Got

I Think My First Instrument Was A Ukulele That They Gave Me. I Used To Know How To Play That Pretty Well.

What The Head Makes Cloudy The Heart Makes Clear

There Is Not Wrong, There Is No Right, And I Will Sleep Very Well Tonight.

In Forty-five Minutes, It'll All Be Done. We'll All Be Good And Crispy, But We'll Still Be Number One.

So Much Time Weeping And Wailing And Shaking Our Fists, Creating Enemies That Really Don't Exist.