Birds Fly Over The Rainbow. Why Then,

Give The People What They Want And Then Go Have A Hamburger.

For It Was Not Into My Ear You Whispered, But Into My Heart. It Was Not My Lips You Kissed, But My Soul.

When I Die I Have Visions Of Fags Singing 'over The Rainbow' And The Flag At Fire Island Being Flown At Half Mast.

Audiences Have Kept Me Alive.

I've Never Looked Through A Keyhole Without Finding Someone Was Looking Back.