Oh, Time Is Short And The Days

Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Open Your Mouth.

I Can Picture The Color Of The Song, Or The Shape Of It, Or Who It Is That I'm Trying To Appeal To, In The Song, And What I'm Trying To, Almost, Reinforce My Feelings For. And I Know That Sounds Sort Of Vague And Abstract, But I've Got A Handle On It When I'm Doing It.

You Say You've Lost Your Faith But That's Not Where It's At You Have No Faith To Lose And You Know It

You’re A Cow Give Me Some Milk Or Else Go Home

They Say Every Man Needs Protection They Say Every Man Must Fall So, I Swear I See My Reflection Somewhere Inside These Walls... I Shall Be Released.