It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of

Charity Is Suppose To Cover Up For A Multitude Of Sins.

She Knows There's No Success Like Failure, And That Failure's No Success At All.

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.

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

Whatever Colors You Have In Your Mind, I'll Show Them To You And You'll See Them Shine.