What A Blessed If Painful Thing, This

A Pamphlet, No Matter How Good, Is Never Read More Than Once, But A Song Is Learned By Heart And Repeated Over And Over. And I Maintain That If A Person Can Put A Few Common Sense Facts Into A Song And Dress Them Up In A Cloak Of Humor, He Will Succeed In Reaching A Great Number Of Workers Who Are Too Unintelligent Or Too Indifferent To Read.

I Felt Like It Needed Some Color Down There, So I Painted The Walls With The Motherfucker.

Work And Pray, Live On Hay, Youll Get Pie In The Sky When You Die.

Who Knows What May Lie Around The Next Corner? There May Be A Window Somewhere Ahead. It May Look Out On A Field Of Sunflowers.

Don't Mourn, Organise