With Great Lawyers You Have Discussed Lepers

I Once Loved A Girl, Her Skin It Was Bronze With The Innocence Of A Lamb, She Was Gentle Like A Fawn I Courted Her Proudly But Now She Is Gone Gone As The Season She's Taken

You Hurt The Ones That I Love Best And Cover Up The Truth With Lies. One Day You'll Be In The Ditch, Flies Buzzin' Around Your Eyes.

A Noble Truth Is A Sacred Creed.

The Truth That I Am Seeking Is In Your Missing File.

She's A Hypnotist Collector; You Are A Walking Antique.