In My Life Why Do I Smile

Don't Talk To Me About People Who Are 'nice' Cause I Have Spent My Whole Life In Ruins Because Of People Who Are 'nice'.

Young Bones Groan And The Rocks Below Say, "throw Your White Body Down!" But I'm Going To Meet The One I Love At Last

All Human Activity Is Fruitless When Pitted Against The Girls And Boys Singing On Pop Television, For They Have Found The Answer As The Rest Of Us Search For The Question. I Will Sing, Too. If Not, I Will Have To Die.

I See Myself Rather Like An Old Discarded Dishrag.

Well, I'm A Catholic By Birth And You Can Never Shed It.