I don’t know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.

Roll us down the mountain and I’m sure the fatman would win.

Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening’s song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

In your pomp and all your glory, you’re a poorer man than me.

How can you laugh when your mother’s hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

To tell the truth, I’d scare me too.

I’m a tiger when I want love, but I’m a snake if we disagree.

The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist’s fall.

The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it’s under control.

Actor of the low IQ, let’s hear your view.