I Don't Think There's Enough

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.

Charity Is Suppose To Cover Up For A Multitude Of Sins.

There Are Things I Could Say. But I Don't.

In Harmony With Cosmic Sea, True Love Needs No Company. It Can Cure The Soul, It Can Make It Whole, If Dogs Run Free.

They Self-inflict Punishment On Their Own Broken Lives, Put Their Faith In Their Possessions, In Their Jobs, Or Their Wives.