In Harmony With Cosmic Sea, True Love

Don't Matter How Much Money You Got, There's Only Two Kinds Of People: There's Saved People And There's Lost People.

Some Things Are Too Terrible To Be True.

Warlords Of Sorrow And Queens Of Tomorrow Will Offer Their Heads For A Prayer. You Can't Find No Salvation, You Have No Expectations Anytime, Anyplace, Anywhere.

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging They're Painting The Passports Brown The Beauty Parlor Is Filled With Sailors The Circus Is In Town Here Comes The Blind Commissioner They've Got Him In A Trance One Hand Is Tied To The Tight-rope Walker The Other Is In His Pants And The Riot Squad They're Restless They Need Somewhere To Go As Lady And I Look Out Tonight From Desolation Row.

Her Profession's Her Religion, Her Sin Is Lifelessness.