Blessed Are The Sat Upon,

I Didn't Get How Big It Was Until I Went Home, Turned On The Television And Saw It On All The News, And Later That Night On The Front Pages Of All The Newspapers. Then I Got It.

I Am Just A Poor Boy, Though My Story's Seldom Told, And I Have Squandered My Resistance, For A Pocket Full Of Mumbles, Such Are Promises. All Lies In Jest, Still A Man Hears What He Wants To Hear And Disregards The Rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...

Being An Artist Doesn't Mean That You're A Good Artist. That Was The Bargain I First Made With Myself: I'd Say, I'm An Artist, But I'm Not Really Very Good.

How Can You Live In The Northeast?

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