There Is An Alternative To War. It's

Why Don't People Believe Us When We Say We're Simply In Love?

We Were Cowards When We Sacked Him.

He Laid It On George, Me And Our Wives Without Telling Us At A Dinner Party At His House. He Was A Friend Of George's, And Our Dentist At The Time. He Just Put It In Our Coffee Or Something. He Didn't Know What It Was, It Was Just, 'it's All The Thing,' With The Middle-class London Swingers. They Had All Heard About It And Didn't Know It Was Different From Pot Or Pills. And They Gave It To Us, And He Was Saying, 'i Advise You Not To Leave,' And We Thought He Was Trying To Keep Us For An Orgy In His House And We Didn't Want To Know.

You May Say I'm A Dreamer, But I'm Not The Only One

When You Wake Up And Your Heart Is Going Like The Clappers Or Your Back Feels Strained, Or You Develop Some Other Hang-up, You Should Let Your Mind Go To The Pain And The Pain Itself Will Regurgitate The Memory Which Originally Caused You To Suppress It In Your Body. In This Way The Pain Goes To The Right Channel Instead Of Being Repressed Again, As It Is If You Take A Pill Or A Bath, Saying 'well, I'll Get Over It'. Most People Channel Their Pain Into God Or Masturbation Or Some Dream Of Making It.