The Way My Life's Structured,

For A Song I Was Bought Now I Lie When I Talk With A Careful Eye On The Cue Card. Onto A Stage I Was Pushed, With My Sorrow Well Rehearsed. So Give Me All Your Pity And Your Money, Now (all Of It).

The Bible's Blind, The Torah's Deaf, The Qur'an Is Mute; If You Burned Them All Together You'd Get Close To The Truth.

I Keep Drinking The Ink From My Pen And I'm Balancing History Books Up On My Head But It All Boils Down To One Quotable Phrase If You Love Something Give It Away

It's Hard To Get People To Focus On One Idea.

A Boycott Is, Inherently, A Blunt Instrument. It Is An Imperfect Weapon, A Carpet Bomb, When All Involved Would Prefer A Surgical Strike.