If Dirt Were Dollars, I Wouldn't Have

O' Beautiful For Spacious Skies But Now Those Skies Are Threatening They're Beating Plowshares Into Swords For This Tired Old Man That We Elected King Armchair Warriors Often Fail And We've Been Poisoned By These Fairy Tales The Lawyers Clean Up All Details Since Daddy Had To Lie But I Know A Place Where We Can Go And Wash Away This Sin We'll Sit And Watch The Clouds Roll By And The Tall Grass Wave In The Wind Just Lay Your Head Back On The Ground And Let Your Hair Spill All Around Me Offer Up Your Best Defence But This Is The End This Is The End Of The Innocence

The Land Of Opportunity Spawned A Whole New Breed Of Men Without Souls.

I'm Certainly Not Thrilled With Everything The Eagles Did, But There Are Some Things I'm Quite Proud Of.

Insect Politics, Indifferent Universe. Bang Your Head Against The Wall, But Apathy Is Worse.

Sometimes Songwriters And Singers Forget That. They Get A Melody In Their Head And The Notes Will Take Precedence, So That They Wind Up Forcing A Word Onto A Melody. It Doesn't Ring True.