He Went Up To Heaven,

Call Him Drunken Ira Hayes, He Won't Answer Any More. Not The Whiskey Drinking Indian, Nor The Marine That Went To War.

He Went Up To Heaven, Located His Dog. Not Only That, But He Rejoined His Arm.

Rick Rubin Came To My Concert In Orange County, Calif. I Believe This Was, Like, '83 When He First Came And Listened To The Show. And Then Afterwards, I Went In The Dressing Room And Sat And Talked To Him.

When I Was A Baby, My Mama Told Me Son, Always Be A Good Boy, Don't Ever Play With Guns. But I Shot A Man In Reno.

He Was Removed From Jail And Placed In A Place For The Insensitive And Insane.