Even I Don't Know What I'm Saying

The Land Of Milk And Honey, They Say It Is The Land Of Money.

I Hate Myself For Loving You And The Weakness That It Showed. You Were Just A Painted Face On A Trip Down To Suicide Road.

Sometimes It's Not Enough To Know What Things Mean, Sometimes You Have To Know What Things Don't Mean.

Businessmen, They Drink My Wine, Plowmen Dig My Earth. None Of Them Along The Line Know What Any Of It Is Worth.

I Like Fidel Castro And His Beard.