Gold Don't Come Off. What's Good Stays

I Didn't Know The Inner Me Was Hungry," I Said To Art. "that's Because It Already Starved To Death.

Well. That's Helpful. We'll Put An Apb Out On The Gingerbread Man. I'm Not Hopeful It'll Do Us Much Good, Though. Word On The Street Is You Can't Catch Him.

We'll Have Freedom, Love And Health/when The Grand Red Flag Is Flying, In The Workers' Commonwealth.

Her Sanity Was A Fragile Thing, A Butterfly Cupped In Her Hands, That She Carried With Her Everywhere, Afraid Of What Would Happen If She Let It Go-or Got Careless And Crushed It.

Work And Pray, Live On Hay, Youll Get Pie In The Sky When You Die.