Yeah, I'm Just Blessed To Have This

I Was A Runner, A Failed Quarterback, Third-string Quarterback, But In Track I Was A 2-miler.

Yeah, I'm Just Blessed To Have This Very Strong Thing, My Vocals. I'm Very Healthy In That Regard.

It's The Age Of Reason For The Anarchist.

Here Comes Old Rosie She's Looking Mighty Fine, Here Comes Hot Nancy She's Steppin' Right On Time. There Go The Street Lights Bringing On The Night, Here Come The Men Faces Hidden From The Light.

I'm Not A Number. Dammit, I'm A Man.