What Looks Large From A Distance, Close

It's Not Dark Yet But It's Getting There

He Hands You A Nickel, He Hands You A Dime. He Asks You With A Grin, If You're Having A Good Time.

All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.

The Enemy Is Subtle, How Be It We Are So Deceived, When Truth's In Our Hearts And We Still Don't Believe.

You Have To Know That You're The Best Whether Anybody Else Tells You That Or Not. And That You'll Be Around, In One Way Or Another, Longer Than Anybody Else. Somewhere Inside Of You, You Have To Believe That.