It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of

She Had Bullets In Her Eyes And They Fired.

In Songs, You Have To Tell People About Something They Didn't See And Weren't There For, And You Have To Do It As If You Were.

You Know What They Say About Bein' Nice To The Right People On The Way Up Sooner Or Later You Gonna Meet Them Comin' Down

You I Am Sure Will Forgive Me For Sincerely Remarking That You Might Curb Your Magnanimity And Be More Of An Artist, And 'load Every Rift' Of Your Subject With Ore.

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.