Who Has Good Luck Is Good, Who

You May Proclaim, Good Sirs, Your Fine Philosophy But Till You Feed Us, Right And Wrong Can Wait!

I Don't Like Where I'm Going And I Don't Like Where I've Been. Why Am I In A Hurry?

Today Every Invention Is Received With A Cry Of Triumph Which Soon Turns Into A Cry Of Fear.

Oh! Moon Of Alabama We Now Must Say Good-bye We've Lost Our Good Old Mama And Must Have Whiskey Oh, You Know Why!

It Isn't Important To Come Out On Top, What Matters Is To Be The One Who Comes Out Alive.