That Stern And Rockbound Coast Felt Like

The Things That I Can't Have I Want, And What I Have Seems Second-rate, The Things I Want To Do I Can't, And What I Have To Do I Hate.

It Wont Be Long Now It Wont Be Long Man Is Making Deserts Of The Earth It Wont Be Long Now Before Man Will Have Used It Up So That Nothing But Ants And Centipedes And Scorpions Can Find A Living On It.

What Man Calls Civilization Always Results In Deserts.

Yes, He's Got All Them Different Kinds Of Thoroughbred Blood In Him, And He's Got Other Kinds You Ain't Mentioned And That You Ain't Slick Enough To See.

For All Of The Creeds Are False, And All Of The Creeds Are True; And Low At The Shrines Where My Brothers Bow, There Will I Bow Too; For No Form Of A God, And No Fashion Man Has Made In His Desperate Passion, But Is Worthy Some Worship Of Mine; Not Too Hot With A Gross Belief, Nor Yet Too Cold With Pride, I Will Bow Me Down Where My Brothers Bow, Humble, But Open Eyed.