They Like To Take All This Money

You Have To Know That You're The Best Whether Anybody Else Tells You That Or Not. And That You'll Be Around, In One Way Or Another, Longer Than Anybody Else. Somewhere Inside Of You, You Have To Believe That.

Mama, Put My Guns In The Ground, I Can't Shoot Them Anymore. That Long Black Cloud Is Coming Down.

Everything Passes, Everything Changes, Just Do What You Think You Should Do.

There Are Things I Could Say. But I Don't.

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.