Some People Never Get Their Feet On

So Good To Be Alive When The Eulogies Are Read.

Love Is A Rainbow Curving Down From The Sky, Falling Crystals Of Color, Shades Of Warm That Never Die.

And If There's Any Hope For America, It Lies In A Revolution, And If There's Any Hope For A Revolution In America, It Lies In Getting Elvis Presley To Become Che Guevara.

The Glory That Was Lincoln's Never Died When He Was Slain.

Beneath The Greatest Love Lies A Hurricane Of Hate.