Up With The Sun. Gone With The

I'm Not A Number. Dammit, I'm A Man.

Stood Alone On A Mountain Top, Starin' Out At The Great Divide. I Could Go East, I Could Go West, It Was All Up To Me To Decide. Just Then I Saw A Young Hawk Flyin' And My Soul Began To Rise.

I Used Her And She Used Me, But Neither One Cared, We Were Getting Our Share.

The Two Hours Onstage Is Great. But I Can Only Play A Show And Then Take A Night Off. I Have To Sing For Two Hours, And Then I've Gotta Rest It For A Night. So It's The Other 46 Hours That Are Just Boring As Heck.

It's The Age Of Reason For The Anarchist.