As I Grew Older I Became A

Some's Bastards, Some's Ain't. That's The Score.

My Witness Is The Empty Sky.

We All Agree It's Too Big To Keep Up With, That We're Surrounded By Life, That We'll Never Understand It, So We Center It All In By Swigging Scotch From The Bottle And When It's Empty I Run Out Of The Car And Buy Another One, Period.

I Can't Think Of Anybody...who Knows The Sum And Substance Of What I Know And Feel And Cry About In My Secret Self All The Time When I Don't Feel Strong, The Sorrows Of Time And Personality, And Can Therefore On All Levels Make It All The Way With Me

The Truth Of The Matter Is We Don't Understand Our Women; We Blame On Them And It's All Our Fault.