With A Painting, You Don't Have To

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.

America Is In A Runaway-train Position And Dragging All The World With It. It's Grotesquely Mentally Ill.

The Land Of Litigation, The Courts Are Like Game Shows. Take What's Behind The Curtain The Jury Cries.

Nobody Understood The Reoccurring Dream, But After September 11, When We Were Coerced To Do A National Duty And Go Out And Shop, Surely People Could Begin To See What I Was Getting At.

They Paved Paradise And Put Up A Parkin Lot With A Pink Hotel, A Boutique, And A Swingin' Hot Spot Don't It Always Seem To Go That You Don't Know What You Got Till It's Gone