Upon Four-legged Forest Clouds The Cowboy Angel

I Didn't Come Out Of A Cereal Box.

The Enemy Is Subtle, How Be It We Are So Deceived, When Truth's In Our Hearts And We Still Don't Believe.

I Was Down In The Sewer With Some Little Lover.

I Was Never A Topical Songwriter.

You Have To Work Out Where Your Place Is. And Who You Are. But We're All Spirit. That's All We Are, We're Just Walking Dressed Up In A Suit Of Skin, And We're Going To Leave That Behind.