Every Generation Throws A Hero Up The

And I Must Be What I Must Be And Face Tomorrow.

One Man's Ceiling Is Another Man's Floor.

Blessed Are The Sat Upon, Spat Upon, Ratted On.

Take Me. I'm An Ordinary Player In The Key Of C. And My Will Was Broken By My Pride And My Vanity. Who's Gonna Love You When You're Looks Are Gone? God Will. Like He Waters The Flowers On Your Window Sill.

Although I Was Able To Study Music With Teachers, I Never Studied Lyric Writing. I Read Poetry, And I Read Other Lyricists. But They Were Never Writing In The Style Or The Form That I Was Interested In.