In The Home Of The Brave, Jefferson

A Million Faces At My Feet But All I See Are Dark Eyes.

Johnny's In The Basement Mixing Up The Medicine I'm On The Pavement Thinking 'bout The Government.

Everyone Of Them Words Rang True And Glowed Like Burning Coal, Pouring Off Every Page Like It Was Written In My Soul From Me To You.

Truth Is Like A Waterslide-only Fun When It's Slippery And Wet.

You Will Find God In The Church Of Your Choice.