I’m Going To Be A Happy Idiot

I Told My Father I Wanted To Play The Banjo, And So He Saved The Money And Got Ready To Give Me A Banjo For My Next Birthday, And Between That Time And My Birthday, I Lost Interest In The Banjo And Was Playing Guitar.

Where The Search For The Truth Is Conducted With A Wink And A Nod And Where Power And Position Are Equated With The Grace Of God These Times Are Famine For The Soul While For The Senses It's A Feast From The Edge Of My Country, As Far As You See, Looking East

I'm Losing Touch With Reality And I'm Almost Out Of Blow. It's Such A Fine Line, I Hate To See It Go. Cocaine, Runnin' All 'round My Brain.

No Matter How Fast I Run, I Can't Get Away From Me.

Into A Dancer You Have Grown From The Seeds Somebody Else Has Sown.