All The Tired Horses In The Sun

Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? Use Your Arms And Your Legs, It Won't Ruin You

Silvio, I Gotta Go, Find Out Something Only Dead Men Know.

Come You Masters Of War You That Build All The Guns You That Build The Death Planes You That Build The Big Bombs You That Hide Behind Walls You That Hide Behind Desks I Just Want You To Know I Can See Through Your Masks.

Bent Out Of Shape From Society's Pliers, Cares Not To Come Up Any Higher, But Rather Get You Down In The Hole That He's In.

If Ever Asked To Look At Yourself, Don't.