Anybody Can Do Bad Work,

Take Me. I'm An Ordinary Player In The Key Of C. And My Will Was Broken By My Pride And My Vanity. Who's Gonna Love You When You're Looks Are Gone? God Will. Like He Waters The Flowers On Your Window Sill.

Artie Travels All The Time. The Rehearsals Were Just Miserable. Artie And I Fought All The Time. He Didn't Want To Do The Show With My Band; He Just Wanted Me On Acoustic Guitar.

Just Slip Out The Back, Jack, Make A New Plan, Stan, You Don't Need To Be Coy, Roy, Just Get Yourself Free. Hop On The Bus, Gus, You Don't Need To Discuss Much, Just Drop Off The Key, Lee, And Get Yourself Free.

The Leaves That Are Green Turn To Brown. And They Wither With The Wind. And They Crumble In Your Hand.

Blessed Are The Sat Upon, Spat Upon, Ratted On.