Life Is What Happens When You Make

I'm A Moldy Moldy Man I'm Moldy Thru And Thru I'm A Moldy Moldy Man You Would Not Think It True I'm Moldy Til My Eyeballs I'm Moldy Til My Toe I Will Not Dance I Shyballs I'm Such A Humble Joe.

I'm Not Afraid Of Death Because I Don't Believe In It. It's Just Getting Out Of One Car, And Into Another

Nobody Loves You When You're Down And Out.

Why Should The Beatles Give More? Didn't They Give Everything On God's Earth For Ten Years? Didn't They Give Themselves?

Of Course It's Difficult To Know What The Workers Are Really Thinking Because The Capitalist Press Always Only Quotes Mouthpieces Like Vic Feather Anyway.