God Help The Troubadour Who Tries To

I Wonder Who I Left Behind On The Other Side Of Fame.

A Protest Song Is A Song That's So Specific That You Cannot Mistake It For Bullshit.

The Only Way To Cuba Is With The Cia.

One Legged Veterans Will Greet The Dawn, And They're Whistling Marches As They Mow The Lawn, And The Gargoyles On Sit And Grieve.

Some People Never Get Their Feet On The Ground, They're Either Sitting In A Chair Or Theyre Laying Down.