Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Open

There's A Whole Lot Of People In Trouble Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Whole Lot Of People Seeing Double Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Give Ya Delusions Of Grandeur And A Evil Eye Give You The Idea That You're Too Good To Die Then They Bury You From Your Head To Your Feet From The Disease Of Conceit

I Don't Need Your Organization, I've Moved Your Mountains And I've Marked You Cards, But Eden Is Burning. You Better Get Ready For Elimination Or Else Your Hearts Must Have The Courage Of The Changing Of The Guard.

Ain't No Use Jiving, Ain't No Use Joking, Everything Is Broken.

I Am A Restless Soul Hungry Perhaps Wretched.

Let Me Feel Your Love One More Time Before I Abandon It.