Or Is It That I Think Too

You Kill Me And I'll See That You Never Work In This Town Again.

I Cannot Smell Mothballs Because It's So Difficult To Get Their Little Legs Apart.

I Was Seeking Comic Originality, And Fame Fell On Me As A Byproduct.

I Would Assign Every Lie A Color: Yellow When They Were Innocent, Pale Blue When They Sailed Over You Like The Sky, Red Because I Knew They Drew Blood. And Then There Was The Black Lie. That's The Worst Of All. A Black Lie Was When I Told You The Truth.

I Can Understand The Drug Thing. So They Feel That It's More Important To Take The Drugs Than To Do A Good Show For The People.