When I Get That Feeling, I Want

Great Artists Suffer For The People.

Natural Fact Is, I Can't Pay My Taxes. Make Me Wanna Holler And Throw Up On My Hands.

I'm Hooked My Friend To The Boy Who Makes Slaves Out Of Men, And Oh Believe Me, Flying High In A Friendly Sky.

Love Your Mother, She Bore You. Love Your Father, He Works For You.

Ain't Nothing Like The Real Thing.