Why Nicolas Sarkozy Is The Head Of

Sing Your Praise Of Progress And The Doom Machine, The Naked Truth Is Still Taboo Whenever It Can Be Seen.

People Think They Know Me From My Songs. But My Repertoire Of Songs Is So Wide-ranging That You'd Have To Be A Madman To Figure Out The Characteristics Of The Person Who Wrote All Those Songs.

On The Cliffs Of Your Wild Cat Charms I'm Riding.

Whenever Anybody Does Something In A Big Way, It's Always Rejected At Home And Accepted Someplace Else.

For Whose Sake Did You Live, For Whose Sake Did You Die? Forgive Me, Baby, For What I Didn't Do.