Uncle Fought In Vietnam And

Madonna, She Still Has Not Showed, We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode, Where Her Cape Of The Stage Once Had Flowed, The Fiddler He Now Steps To The Road, On The Back Of The Fish Truck That Loads, While My Conscience Explodes.

You've Got To Lose Your Passion For Dumbness.

Some Are Masters Of Illusions, Some Are Ministers Of Trade, All Under The Same Delusion, All Their Beds Unmade.

I'm Just Glad To Be Feeling Better. I Really Thought I'd Be Seeing Elvis Soon.

A Cork Screw To My Heart, Ever Since We've Been Apart.