You Walk Into The Room Like A

Anything I Can Sing, I Call A Song. Anything I Can't Sing, I Call A Poem.

The Tree Of Life Is Growing Where The Spirit Never Dies, And The Bright Light Of Salvation Shines In Dark And Empty Skies.

There Is A House In New Orleans They Call The Rising Sun, And It's Been The Ruin Of Many A Poor Boy And God I Know I'm One.

...how Many Times Must The Cannon Balls Fly Before They're Forever Banned?

I Hate Myself For Loving You And The Weakness That It Showed. You Were Just A Painted Face On A Trip Down To Suicide Road.