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I'm A Moldy Moldy Man I'm Moldy Thru And Thru I'm A Moldy Moldy Man You Would Not Think It True I'm Moldy Til My Eyeballs I'm Moldy Til My Toe I Will Not Dance I Shyballs I'm Such A Humble Joe.

I'll Be A Good Boy, Please Make Me Well. I Promise You Anything, Get Me Out Of This Hell. Cold Turkey Has Got Me On The Run.

God Is A Concept By Which We Measure Our Pain. I'll Say It Again. God Is A Concept By Which We Measure Our Pain.

When I Was About Twelve I Used To Think I Must Be A Genius, But Nobody's Noticed. If There Is Such A Thing As A Genius, I Am One, And If There Isn't I Don't Care.

I'm Not Afraid Of Death Because I Don't Believe In It. It's Just Getting Out Of One Car, And Into Another