Words, They Climb All Over You/'til They

Once The Flames Begin To Catch The Wind Will Blow It Higher, Oh Biko, Biko.

I Think That You Get The Mood Of A Song Stronger If You Get It Right That Way. On The Other Hand, You Put Some Songs Out Live And They Don't Catch Flight. They Just Flop. It Is Hard To Tell Until They Are Out There.

From The Pain Come The Dream From The Dream Come The Vision From The Vision Come The People From The People Come The Power From This Power Come The Change.

The Outside World Is Black And White With Only One Color Dead.

Whenever We Defend Democracy We Find Oil.