I Was Down In The Sewer With

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.

This Land Is Your Land And This Land Is My Land, Sure, But The World Is Run By Those That Never Listen To Music Anyway.

Wiggle 'til You're High, Wiggle 'til You're Higher, Wiggle 'til You Vomit Fire.

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.

What Looks Large From A Distance, Close Up Ain’t Never That Big.