Got No Religion. Tried A Bunch Of

Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where The Time And The Tempo Fly And There's No Exit In Any Direction 'cept The One That You Can't See With Your Eyes

Shadows Are Falling And I've Been Here All Day/it's Too Hot To Sleep, Time Is Running Away/feel Like My Soul Has Turned Into Steel/i've Still Got The Scars That The Sun Didn't Heal.

To Live Outside The Law, You Must Be Honest.

Feel Like A Broke-down Engine, Ain't Got No Drivin' Wheel. You All Been Down And Lonesome, You Know Just How A Poor Man Feels.

Everybody's The First Somebody, Y'know.