As We Celebrate Mediocrity, All The Boys

Last Dance With Mary Jane One More Time To Kill The Pain I Feel Summer Creepin' In And I'm Tired Of This Town Again

When I Met Elvis, We Didn't Really Have A Conversation. I Was Introduced By My Uncle, And He Sort Of Grunted My Way. What Stays With Me Is The Whole Scene. I Had Never Seen A Real Mob Scene Before. I Was Really Young And Impressionable. Elvis Really Did Look - He Looked Sort Of Not Real, As If He Were Glowing.

There Goes Your Freedom Of Choice, There Goes The Last Human Voice.

Just Wonderin', Waitin', Worryin' About Some Silly Little Things, That Just Don't Add Up To Nothin'.

Lord, Please Watch Over All These Lost Children Born To Chase The Hurricane.