All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make

The Wine Urges Me On, The Bewitching Wine, Which Sets Even A Wise Man To Singing And To Laughing Gently And Rouses Him Up To Dance And Brings Forth Words Which Were Better Unspoken.

A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As One Who Has Done Much.

A Glorious Death Is His, Who For His Country Falls.

I've Finally Tapped Into That Spirit Of Self-destruction That Makes Rock-n-roll The King Of Music!

I War Not With The Dead.