Since My Feet Are Now Fast And

I Really Didn't Consider Myself Happy Or Unhappy.

For Them That Must Obey Authority/that They Do Not Respect In Any Degree/who Despise Their Jobs, Their Destinies/speak Jealously Of Them That Are Free

Some Are Masters Of Illusions, Some Are Ministers Of Trade, All Under The Same Delusion, All Their Beds Unmade.

The Only Sound That's Left After The Ambulances Go Is Cinderella Sweeping Up On Desolation Row.

Gonna Change My Way Of Thinking, Make My Self A Different Set Of Rules. Gonna Put My Good Foot Forward And Stop Being Influenced By Fools.