You Don't Count The Dead, When God's

Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.

Some Times I Think This Whole World Is One Big Prison Yeard Some Of Us Are Prisoners The Rest Of Us Are Guards

Don't Criticize What You Can't Understand.

You'll Find Out When You Reach The Top, You're On The Bottom.

I Am A Restless Soul Hungry Perhaps Wretched.