There's No Chance At All: We Are

It’s The Order Of Things: Each One Gets A Taste Of Honey Then The Knife.

I Think That The World Should Be Full Of Cats And Full Of Rain, That's All, Just Cats And Rain, Rain And Cats, Very Nice, Good Night.

Well, Death Says, As He Walks By, I'm Going To Get You Anyhow No Matter What You've Been: Writer, Cab-driver, Pimp, Butcher, Sky-diver, I'm Going To Get You

Wherever The Crowd Goes Run In The Other Direction. They're Always Wrong.

I Was Born To Hustle Roses Down The Avenue Of The Dead.