The Tired Sunsets And The

There Is Nothing As Boring As The Truth.

Sometimes There's Luck, When There Is You Stock Up On It And Wait For The Other Times

Well, The Rain Had Stopped But The Pain Was Still There.

I Am For The Small Man Who Has Not Forgotten, For The Man Who Loves His Beer And His Women And His Sunlight

In A More Universal Sense, We Only Get One Thing. You Know...a Head Stone If We're Lucky; If Not, Green Grass.