This Land Is Your Land And This

Well I'm Living In A Foreign Country But I'm Bound To Cross The Line. Beauty Walks A Razor's Edge...someday I'll Make It Mine.

Once You Think You Know The Song, Then You Have Go And See How Other People Have Done It.

I Gotta Friend Who Spends His Life, Stabbing My Picture With A Bowie Knife. Dreams Of Strangling Me With A Scarf, When My Name Comes Up He Pretends To Barf.

I Don't Know If I Call Myself A Poet Or Not. I Would Like To, But I'm Not Really Qualified To Make That Decision, Because I Come In On Such A Back Door, That I Don't Know What A Robert Frost Or A [john] Keats Or A T.s. Eliot Would Really Think Of My Stuff.

My Guard Stood Hard When Abstract Threats, Too Noble To Neglect, Deceived Me Into Thinking, I Had Something To Protect.