I Am As Constant As A Northern

My Individual, Psychological Descent Coincided, Ironically, With My Ascent Into The Public Eye.

You've Got To Shake Your Fists At Lightning Now, You've Got To Roar Like Forest Fire You've Got To Spread Your Light Like Blazes All Across The Sky They're Going To Aim The Hoses On You, Show 'em You Won't Expire Not Till You Burn Up Every Passion, Not Even When You Die Come On Now, You've Got To Try, If You're Feeling Contempt, Well Then You Tell It If You're Tired Of The Silent Night, Jesus, Well Then You Yell It Condemned To Wires And Hammers, Strike Every Chord That You Feel That Broken Trees And Elephant Ivories Conceal

You Snipe So Steady, You Snub So Snide, So Rip And Ready To Diminish And Deride.

He's Swept With The Broom Of Contempt And The Rooms Have An Empty Ring.

I Could Drink A Case Of You, Darlin'...and I Would Still Be On My Feet, Yes I Would Still Be On My Feet.