No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

When Are People Going To Learn? Democracy Doesn't Work.

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

The Son Of Saturn Gave The Nod With His Dark Brows. The Ambrosial Curls Upon The Sovereign One's Immortal Head Were Shaken, And With Them The Mighty Mount, Olympus Trembled.

The Lord Gives And The Lord Takes Away, As It Pleases Him, For He Can Do All Things.

But You Can't Stop At One, You Wanna Drink Another Woman!