The People In My Songs Are All

I Think A Poet Is Anybody Who Wouldn't Call Himself A Poet.

The Truth That I Am Seeking Is In Your Missing File.

In The Valley Of The Giants Where The Stars And Stripes Explode, The Peaches They Were Sweet And The Milk And Honey Flowed.

I Gotta Friend Who Spends His Life, Stabbing My Picture With A Bowie Knife. Dreams Of Strangling Me With A Scarf, When My Name Comes Up He Pretends To Barf.

It's Sundown On The Union And What's Made In The Usa Sure Was A Good Idea 'til Greed Got In The Way.