The Trouble With Super Heroes Is What

The Fundamentalists Have Taken The Fun Out Of The Mental.

No, My Friend. We Are Lunatics From The Hospital Up The Highway, Psycho-ceramics, The Cracked Pots Of Mankind. Would You Like Me To Decipher A Rorschach For You?

High High In The Hills , High In A Pine Tree Bed. She's Tracing The Wind With That Old Hand, Counting The Clouds With That Old Chant, Three Geese In A Flock One Flew East One Flew West One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

You're Making Sense, Old Man, A Sense Of Your Own. You're Not Crazy The Way They Think. Yes...i See.

The Haight Is Just A Place; The '60s Was A Spirit.