We're Only Human, We're Supposed To Make

I Did Write A Letter To The Archdiocese Who'd Banned The Song, Only The Good Die Young, Asking Them To Ban My Next Record.

And The Only People I Fear Are Those Who Never Have Doubts... Save Us All From Arrogant Men, And All The Causes They're For.

It's Nine O'clock On A Saturday, The Regular Crowd Shuffles In / There's An Old Man Sitting Next To Me Making Love To His Tonic And Gin / He Says, 'son, Can You Play Me A Memory?/ I'm Not Really Sure How It Goes / But It's Sad And It's Sweet, And I Knew It Complete When I Wore A Younger Man's Clothes.'

In Hell There's A Big Hotel Where The Bar Just Closed And The Windows Never Opened. No Phone So You Can't Call Home, And The Tv Works, But The Clicker Is Broken.

I Once Believed In Causes, Too. Had My Pointless Point Of View. Life Went On No Matter Who Was Wrong Or Right.