Your Problem Is That Wanna Better Word

Johnny's In The Basement Mixing Up The Medicine I'm On The Pavement Thinking 'bout The Government.

I Can Picture The Color Of The Song, Or The Shape Of It, Or Who It Is That I'm Trying To Appeal To, In The Song, And What I'm Trying To, Almost, Reinforce My Feelings For. And I Know That Sounds Sort Of Vague And Abstract, But I've Got A Handle On It When I'm Doing It.

I Feel Like I'm Knockin' On Heaven's Door.

I Could Stay With You Forever And Never Realize The Time.

Let The Dead Bury The Dead, Your Time Will Come.