We’ve Died So Many Times Now That

Some People Like What You Do, Some People Hate What You Do, But Most People Simply Don't Give A Damn.

What A Weary Time Those Years Were -- To Have The Desire And The Need To Live But Not The Ability.

Daddy,' My Mother Asked, 'aren’t We Going To Run Out Of Gas?' No There’s Plenty Of God-damned Gas.' Where Are We Going?' I’m Going To Get Some God-damed Oranges!

One More Creature Dizzy With Love

They Never Pay The Slaves Enough So They Can Get Free, Just Enough So They Can Stay Alive And Come Back To Work.