It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of

There Are Degrees Of Happiness. You Go From One To The Other And Then Back Again. It's Hard To Be Completely Happy When Those Around Us Are Suffering And Groaning From Hunger.

I Feel Like Falling In Love With The First Woman I Meet, Putting Her In A Wheel-barrow And Wheeling Her Down The Street.

And There's No One There To Dry Your Tears. I Could Hold You For A Million Years. To Make You Feel My Love.

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.

Peace Is The Time It Takes To Reload Your Rifle.