The Night I Was Born, Lord I

The Story Of Love Is Hello And Goodbye... Until We Meet Again.

The Smiling Portrait Of You Is Still Hanging On My Frowning Wall.

Well, Obviously Religion Must Come From Inside.

Freaks, They Are Very Prejudiced. You Have To Have Your Hair Long And Talk In A Certain Way In Order To Be With Them. In Order To Be The Other Way You Have To Have Your Hair Short And Wear Ties.

The Artist Draws The People. The Whole Idea Is For People To Dig Themselves, Just Mingle Around Meeting Different Other People. That's Cool.