There Is No Song To

A Liar Goes In Fine Clothes, A Liar Goes In Rags, A Liar Is A Liar, Clothes Or No Clothes.

In These Times You Have To Be An Optimist To Open Your Eyes When You Awake In The Morning.

Tell Me If The Lovers Are Losers... Tell Me If Any Get More Than The Lovers.

I've Written Some Poetry I Don't Understand Myself.

The Shovel Is The Brother To The Gun.