If I Made Records For My Own

A Noble Truth Is A Sacred Creed.

I Consider Myself A Poet First And A Musician Second. I Live Like A Poet And I'll Die Like A Poet.

Loneliness Got A Mind Of Its Own The More People Around The More You Feel Alone

There's A Whole Lot Of People In Trouble Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Whole Lot Of People Seeing Double Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Give Ya Delusions Of Grandeur And A Evil Eye Give You The Idea That You're Too Good To Die Then They Bury You From Your Head To Your Feet From The Disease Of Conceit

And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain Gonna Fall.