So I Cut Off My Hair And

I Practice A Faith That's Been Long Abandoned Ain't No Altars On This Long And Lonesome Road

Peace Will Come With Tranquility And Splendor On The Wheels Of Fire But Will Bring Us No Reward When Her False Idols Fall.

Broken Bottles, Broken Plates, Broken Switches, Broken Gates. Broken Dishes, Broken Parts, Streets Are Filled With Broken Hearts.

With Great Lawyers You Have Discussed Lepers And Crooks, You've Been Through All Of F. Scott Fitzgerald's Books.

Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.