The Sweet Love Between The Moon And

The Story Of Life Is Quicker Then The Blink Of An Eye, The Story Of Love Is Hello, Goodbye.

White Collar Conservative Flashin' Down The Street, Pointing That Plastic Finger At Me, Hoping Soon My Kind Will Drop And Die, But I'm Gonna Wave My Freak Flag High.

Well, Obviously Religion Must Come From Inside.

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

When I Played God Bless The Queen, I Was Wondering If They Was Gonna Dig Us, Then Quite Naturally I'd Go On And Try To Get It Together.