Quitting Doesn't Enter My Mind.

It Was Too Much Tequila, Or Not Quite Enough.

I'm Living On Things That Excite Me, Be They Pastry, Or Lobster, Or Love...

Lights Are Glowing In The Palm Trees.

Our Children May Save Us If They Are Taught To Care Properly For The Planet; But If Not, It May Be Back To The Ice Age Or The Caves From Where We First Emerged. Then We'll Have To View The Universe Above From A Cold, Dark Place. No More Jet Skis, Nuclear Weapons, Plastic Crap, Broken Pay Phones, Drugs, Cars, Waffle Irons, Or Television. Come To Think Of It, That Might Not Be A Bad Idea.

Mirror That Lies, Mirror That Lies, That Can't Be Me In The Gorilla Disguise.