And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.

Take Thou Thy Arms And Come With Me, For We Must Quit Ourselves Like Men, And Strive To Air Our Cause, Although We Be But Two. Great Is The Strength Of Feeble Arms Combined, And We Can Combat Even With The Brave.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

Not Vain The Weakest, If Their Force Unite.

If You're Gonna Get Mad At Me Every Time I Do Something Stupid, Then I Guess I'll Just Have To Stop Doing Stupid Things.