We Were On The Roof Of America

You Can't Teach The Old Maestro A New Tune.

I Felt Free And Therefore I Was Free.

The Closer You Get To Real Matter, Rock Air Fire And Wood, Boy, The More Spiritual The World Is.

We Were On The Roof Of America And All We Could Do Was Yell

Some Of My Most Neurotically Fierce Bitterness Is The Result Of Realizing How Untrue People Have Become.