I Could Drink A Case Of You.

Inside Your Own Self Pity There You Swim, In Sinking Down To Drown Her Voice Still Haunts You, And Only With Your Laughter Can You Win.

All The News Of Home You Read, More About The War And Of Bloody Changes.

The Hollywood Sirens Are Shrieking, While Down Some Search Lit Alley Runs Some Lost Belief.

I Don't Like To Make Fluffy Little Songs, But Now I Want To Make Some Light Songs.

If You See Yourself As A Kingly Type, Then You Need Your Serfs And Your Army And So On Around You.