Once You're Dead, You're Made For Life.

Be Respected As Being New, And Probably A Decent Change Or A Help For The Human Race Or Whatever, Instead Of Keep Carrying The Same Old Burdens Around With You.

Oh Say, Can You See, It's Really Such A Mess. Every Inch Of Earth Is A Fighting Nest. Giant Pencial And Lipstick Tube Shaped Things, Continue To Rain And Cause Scream And Pain, And The Arctic Stains From Silver Blue To Bloody Red.

Genealogists Live In The Past Lane.

Well I Stand Up Next To A Mountain, And I Chop It Down With The Edge Of My Hand

When Things Get Too Heavy, Just Call Me Helium, The Lightest Known Gas To Man.