The Dead's Dead ... Get 'em In

Billy Here Has Been Talkin' About Slicin' His Wrists Again, So Is There Seven Of You Guys Who'd Like To Join Him And Make It Therapeutic?

High High In The Hills , High In A Pine Tree Bed. She's Tracing The Wind With That Old Hand, Counting The Clouds With That Old Chant, Three Geese In A Flock One Flew East One Flew West One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

What Do You Think You Are, For Chrissake, Crazy Or Somethin'? Well You're Not! You're Not! You're No Crazier Than The Average Asshole Out Walkin' Around On The Streets And That's It.

I've Enjoyed Being A Famous Writer-except That Every Once In A While You Have To Write Something.

Take What You Can Use And Let The Rest Go By.