For All The Courage That

It's The Damage That We Do And Never Know. It's The Words That We Don't Say That Scare Me So.

When They Finally Put You In The Ground, I'll Stand On Your Grave And Tramp The Dirt Down.

Sometimes I Write Notes That I Have Difficulty Singing. And You Start Talking Yourself Out Of The Bold Melody And Start Wanting To Arrange It In Another Key Or Something. Maybe I Just Never Learned My Harmony Part, Because What Everybody Says Sounds Odd To Them Sounds Perfectly Natural To Me.

History Repeats The Old Conceits, The Glib Replies, The Same Defeats.

As I Walk Through This Wicked World Searchin' For Light In The Darkness Of Insanity, I Ask Myself Is All Hope Lost? Is There Only Pain And Hatred, And Misery? And Each Time I Feel Like This Inside, There's One Thing I Wanna Know: What's So Funny 'bout Peace, Love, & Understanding?