There Was A Gas Strike,

The Battles, The Fights, The Bruises, The Bites. That's The Way True Love Grows.

Pity Is Easy, But It Is Difficult To Care.

The Passage Of Time Eliminates Some Of The More Intimate Details Of One's Existence. The Routine Trivia Like Passing Water And Shitting And The Amount Of Food And Alcohol Consumed In The Course Of Daily Survival. Sure, There Were Girls. Lots Of'em. It's Inevitable.

I'm Susceptible To That Sort Of Thing - To Walls And Flowers. You Can Probably Get Something More From A Wall Than A Person Sometimes. It's Just Put Somewhere.

To The Field We Are Scattered From The Day We Are Born To Grow Wild And Sleep Rough Til From The Earth We Are Torn.