Strange How People Who Suffer Together Have

I Define Nothing. Not Beauty, Not Patriotism. I Take Each Thing As It Is, Without Prior Rules About What It Should Be.

The Whole World's A Bottle, And Life's But A Dram, When The Bottle Gets Empty, It Sure Ain't Worth A Damn.

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

Princess On The Steeple And All The Pretty People, They're Drinking, Thinking That They Got It Made. Exchanging All Kinds Of Precious Gifts And Things, But You'd Better Lift Your Diamond Ring, You'd Better Pawn It, Babe.

Every Pleasure's Got An Edge Of Pain, Pay Your Ticket And Don't Complain