The Bitter Dregs Of Fortune's Cup To

I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. S-m-r-t ... Uh, I Mean S-m-a-r-t.

We Are Quick To Flare Up, We Races Of Men On The Earth.

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'

All The Survivors Of The War Had Reached Their Homes And So Put The Perils Of Battle And The Sea Behind Them.

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.