Fortune Smiles On Some, And Lets The

What Are These Voices Outside Love's Open Door, Make Us Throw Off Our Contentment, And Beg For Something More?

Nobody On The Road. Nobody On The Beach. I Feel It In The Air, The Summer's Out Of Reach.

Don't Look Back, You Can Never Look Back

The Land Of Opportunity Spawned A Whole New Breed Of Men Without Souls.

No Shame, No Solution, No Remorse, No Retribution, Just People Selling T-shirts.