You Get Older. You Start Having Hopes

I Was Lookin' High An' Low For Them Reds Everywhere, I Was Lookin' In The Sink An' Underneath The Chair. I Looked Way Up My Chimney Hole, I Even Looked Deep Inside My Toilet Bowl.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rollin' High And Mighty Traps Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps "we'll Meet On Edges, Soon," Said I Proud 'neath Heated Brow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now. Half-wracked Prejudice Leaped Forth "rip Down All Hate," I Screamed Lies That Life Is Black And White Spoke From My Skull. I Dreamed Romantic Facts Of Musketeers Foundationed Deep, Somehow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now.

I Never Wanted To Be A Prophet Or A Saviour. Elvis Maybe

I Saw Him Making Love To You, You Forgot To Close The Garage Door.

Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease Of Conceit.