Ain't It Just Like The

Advertising Signs: They Con You Into Thinking You're The One That Can Do What's Never Been Done That Can Win What's Never Been Won Meantime Life Outside Goes On All Around You

The Real Power Is In The Hands Of Small Groups Of People And I Don't Think They Have Titles.

I Have Tried My Hand At Bribery, Blackmail, And Deceit. And I've Served Time For Everything, Cept Beggin On The Street.

Every Pleasure's Got An Edge Of Pain, Pay Your Ticket And Don't Complain

Feeling Funny In My Mind, Lord I Believe I'm Fixing To Die Well, I Don't Mind Dying But I Hate To Leave My Children Crying Well, I Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Sure Seems Lonesome, Lord, When The Sun Goes Down