Faith Hasn't Got No Eyes, But She's

Like The Dead-seeming, Cold Rocks, I Have Memories Within That Came Out Of The Material That Went To Make Me. Time And Place Have Had Their Say.

So The Brother In Black Offers To These United States The Source Of Courage That Endures, And Laughter.

Her Old Thoughts Were Going To Come In Handy Now, But New Words Would Have To Be Made And Said To Fit Them.

She Had An Inside And An Outside Now And Suddenly She Knew How Not To Mix Them.

And I Can't Die Easy Thinking Maybe The Menfolks White Or Black Is Making A Spit Cup Out Of You. Have Some Sympathy For Me. Put Me Down Easy, Janie, I'm A Cracked Plate.