If I Was Bound For Hell, Let

The Woman Had A Humble, Cringing Manner. Of Course, She Had Discovered That, Having Neither Money Nor Virtue, She Had Better Be Humble If She Knew What Was Good For Her.

She’ll Have No Lover, For I Don’t Want Her And She’ll See No Other.

If All Good, Respectable People Had One Face, I'd Spit In It.

But They Never Last, The Golden Days. And It Can Be Sad, The Sun In The Afternoon, Can't It? Yes, It Can Be Sad, The Afternoon Sun, Sad And Frightening.

I Want More Of This Feeling - Fire And Wings.