If You Told The Truth, That Was

Well, I Don't Know, But I've Been Told The Streets In Heaven Are Lined With Gold. I Ask You How Things Could Get Much Worse If The Russians Happen To Get Up There First; Wowee! Pretty Scary!

He's Hell Bent For Destruction, He's Afraid And Confused, And His Brain Has Been Mismanaged With Great Skill.

I Kissed Goodbye The Howling Beast On The Borderline Which Separated You From Me.

You Don't Have To Be Afraid Of Looking Into My Face. We've Done Nothing To Each Other That Time Will Not Erase.

There Is A House In New Orleans They Call The Rising Sun, And It's Been The Ruin Of Many A Poor Boy And God I Know I'm One.