Why, You Could Wake Up Dead Tomorrow

This Is The Way I've Always Thought It Should Be. We've Always Blamed Ourselves, But I Guess We Know What Cylinder Wasn't Firing!

Ajax The Great Himself A Host.

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

As Leaves On The Trees, Such Is The Life Of Man.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.