Work And Pray, Live On Hay, Youll

I Felt Like It Needed Some Color Down There, So I Painted The Walls With The Motherfucker.

We'll Have Freedom, Love And Health/when The Grand Red Flag Is Flying, In The Workers' Commonwealth.

I Remember An Era When You Could Get Your Nose Sliced Off For Sticking It Too Far Into Another Man's Business. Now You Can Find Out Anything About Anyone With The Click Of A Button. There Is No Privacy And No Consideration, And Everyone Is Prying Into Things That Aren't Their Affair. You Can Probably Check On The Intertube And Find Out What Color Underwear I Have On Today.

She Just Knew That Even When You Had Nothing, You Still Had Love.

All The World Is Made Of Music. We Are All Strings On A Lyre. We Resonate. We Sing Together.