There'll Be No Smoking In The Gas

You Have To Forget About What Other People Say, When You're Supposed To Die, Or When You're Supposed To Be Loving. You Have To Forget About All These Things.

It All Has To Come From Inside, Though, I Guess.

Anger He Smiles, Towering In Shiny Metallic Purple Armor. Queen Jealousy, Envy Waits Behind Him, Her Fiery Green Gown Sneers At The Grassy Ground.

I Didn't Mean To Take Up All Your Sweet Time... I'll Give It Right Back To You, One Of These Days

Manic Depression Is A Frustratin' Mess.