My Sons And Their Wives

To Be With The Others, You Have To Have Your Hair Short And Wear Ties. So We're Trying To Make A Third World Happen, You Know What I Mean?

The World Is Nothing But A Big Gimmick.

Sometimes You Want To Give Up The Guitar, You'll Hate The Guitar. But If You Stick With It, You're Gonna Be Rewarded.

Be Respected As Being New, And Probably A Decent Change Or A Help For The Human Race Or Whatever, Instead Of Keep Carrying The Same Old Burdens Around With You.

Will The Wind Ever Remember The Names It Has Blown In The Past? And With Its Crutch, Its Old Age, And Its Wisdom, It Whispers No This Will Be The Last.