I Heard The Tongues Of Angels And

In Ceremonies Of The Horsemen, Even The Pawn Must Hold A Grudge.

The Only Sound That's Left After The Ambulances Go Is Cinderella Sweeping Up On Desolation Row.

In The Valley Of The Giants Where The Stars And Stripes Explode, The Peaches They Were Sweet And The Milk And Honey Flowed.

Either I'm Too Sensitive, Or Else I'm Gettin' Soft

...don't Criticize What You Can't Understand, Your Sons And Your Daughters Are Beyond Your Command.