Like A Rock, Standing Arrow Straight. Like

I'm Not A Number. Dammit, I'm A Man.

It's The Age Of Reason For The Anarchist.

They Do Respect Her But, They Love To Watch Her Strut.

Later In The Evening When You Lie Awake In Bed With The Echoes From The Amplifiers Ringing In Your Head.

Sometimes You Can Hear Them Talk, Other Times You Can't. All The Same Old Cliches, Is That A Woman Or A Man?