People Don't Live Or Die, People Just

Well, I Sing By Night, Wander By Day. I'm On The Road And It Looks Like I'm Here To Stay.

City's Just A Jungle; More Games To Play Trapped In The Heart Of It, Tryin' To Get Away I Was Raised In The Country, I Been Workin' In The Town I Been In Trouble Ever Since I Set My Suitcase Down

The Real Power Is In The Hands Of Small Groups Of People And I Don't Think They Have Titles.

Through The Mad Mystic Hammering Of The Wild Ripping Hail The Sky Cracked Its Poems In Naked Wonder

There's Only One Day At A Time Here, Then It's Tonight And Then Tomorrow Will Be Today Again.