There Must Be Some Kind Of Way

Even I Don't Know What I'm Saying Most Of The Time.

Really The Truth Is Just A Plain Picture. A Plain Picture Of, Let's Say, A Tramp Vomiting In The Sewere. You Know, And Next Door To The Picture Mr. Rockefeller Or Mr. C. W. Jones On The Subway Going To Work. You Know, Any Kind Of Picture. Just Make A Collage Of Pictures.

I've Always Been The Kind Of Person That Doesn't Like To Trespass, But Sometimes You Just Find Yourself Over The Line.

Uncle Fought In Vietnam And Then He Fought A War All By Himself.

The Enemy Is Subtle, How Be It We Are So Deceived, When Truth's In Our Hearts And We Still Don't Believe.