When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles

Of All The Liars In The World, Sometimes The Worst Are Our Own Fears.

If I Were Hanged On The Highest Hill, Mother O' Mine, O Mother O' Mine! I Know Whose Love Would Follow Me Still Mother O' Mine, O Mother O' Mine!

If You Can Keep Your Wits About You While All Others Are Losing Theirs, And Blaming You. The World Will Be Yours And Everything In It, What's More, You'll Be A Man, My Son.

Bite On The Bullet, Old Man, And Don't Let Them Think You're Afraid.

Nations Have Passed Away And Left No Traces, And History Gives The Naked Cause Of It - One Single Simple Reason In All Cases; They Fell Because Their Peoples Were Not Fit.