Well I'm Living In A Foreign Country

The Only Person You Have To Think About Lying Twice To Is Either Yourself Or To God. The Press Isn't Either Of Them. And I Just Figured They're Irrelevant.

You Had No Faith To Lose And You Know It.

You Can't Imagine Parlor Ballads Drifting Out Of High-rise Multi-towered Buildings. That Kind Of Music Existed In A More Timeless State Of Life.

Gotta Head Full Of Ideas That Are Driving Me Insane.

Well, I Try My Best To Be Just Like I Am, But Everybody Wants You To Be Just Like Them, They Sing While You Slave And I Just Get Bored