Got No Religion. Tried A Bunch Of

Time Is An Ocean, But It Ends At The Shore.

In My Childhood Everything You Heard, You Could Imagine What It Looked Like. Even Singers That I Would Hear On The Radio, I Couldn't See What They Looked Like, So I Imagined What They Looked Like. What They Were Wearing. What Their Movements Were. Gene Vincent? When I First Pictured Him, He Was A Tall, Lanky Blond-haired Guy.

I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children.

God Bless Them Pretty Women, I Wish They Was Mine, Their Breath Is As Sweet, The Dew On The Vine.

As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of Prey, Who Pick Up On His Bread Crumb Sins, And There Are No Sins Inside The Gates Of Eden.