All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.

You Get Older. You Start Having Hopes For Other People Rather Than Yourself.

The Pump Don't Work Cause The Vandals Took The Handle

I Can't Stand To See Myself On Television.

Oh, The Inmates And The Prisoners I Found They Were My Kind And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind But The Jails They Were Too Crowded Institutions Overflowed So They Turned Me Loose To Walk Upon Life's Hurried Tangled Road

Shedding Off One More Layer Of Skin, Keeping One Step Ahead Of The Persecutor Within.