They Tied His Arms Behind His Back

I Have No Control Over The Audience. I Have No Idea What They Think. My Heart's Pure. I Can't Do Anything. I Really Can't Do Anything. I Don't Know What Goes On In The Crowd.

I'm Tearing Down Route 80 East, The Sun's On My Right Side. I'm Drunk, But My Vision's Good.

To Debate Political Objectives, Views, And Goals Is The Most American Thing Conceivable.

I Tried To Give Up Drugs By Drinking.

Over What Guilty Spirit To Not Hear The Beating, To Not Hear The Beating, But Only Tears Of Perfect Moan, Only Tears Of Perfect Moan.