We Are All Fairies Living Underneath A

Somebody Will Come Backstage And Go, 'you Saved Me.' And I Will Have To Say, 'stop Right There. You Saved Yourself.'

I'm A Hard Worker. I Get My Hands Dirty.

Hair Is Gray And The Firers Are Burning. So Many Dreams On The Shelf. You Say I Wanted You To Be Proud Of Me. I Always Wanted That Myself.

An Interview Will Seem Very Sane To Me, And I'll Find Out That The Journalist Was Laughing Out Of The Side Of His Mouth Half Of The Time.

Boy, You Better Pray That I Bleed Real Soon.