Many Wear The Robes, But Few Walk

Being Kissed By A Man Who Didn't Wax His Moustache Was-like Eating An Egg Without Salt.

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep... For It's Tommy This, An' Tommy That An' Chuck Him Out, The Brute! But It's Saviour Of His Country, When The Guns Begins To Shoot!

Gentleman-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity.

There Rise Her Timeless Capitals Of Empires Daily Born, Whose Plinths Are Laid At Midnight And Whose Streets Are Packed At Morn; And Here Come Tired Youths And Maids That Feign To Love Or Sin In Tones Like Rusty Razor Blades To Tunes Like Smitten Tin.

The Individual Has Always Had To Struggle To Keep From Being Overwhelmed By The Tribe. If You Try It, You Will Be Lonely Often, And Sometimes Frightened. But No Price Is Too High To Pay For The Privilege Of Owning Yourself.