Well, The Rain Had Stopped But The

They Never Pay The Slaves Enough So They Can Get Free, Just Enough So They Can Stay Alive And Come Back To Work.

And Our Few Good Times Will Be Rare Because We Have The Critical Sense And Are Not Easy To Fool With Laughter

And Don't Forget: Time Is Meant To Be Wasted, Love Fails And Death Is Useless.

Yes, Wagner And The Storm Intermix With The Wine As Nights Like This Run Up My Wrists And Up Into My Head And Back Down Into The Gut

Wherever The Crowd Goes Run In The Other Direction. They're Always Wrong.