Sometimes I Wonder What It's Gonna Take

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.

Since My Feet Are Now Fast And Point Away From The Past, I'll Bid Farewell And Be Down The Line.

People Do Whatever They Want To Do, Y'know.

This Land Is Your Land And This Land Is My Land, Sure, But The World Is Run By Those That Never Listen To Music Anyway.

When You Cease To Exist, Then Who Will You Blame?