I Certainly Don't Want To

Something's Lost, But Something's Gained, In Living Everyday.

My Individual, Psychological Descent Coincided, Ironically, With My Ascent Into The Public Eye.

Lord, There's Danger In This Land, You Get Witch Hunts And Wars When Church And State Hold Hands.

Inside Your Own Self Pity There You Swim, In Sinking Down To Drown Her Voice Still Haunts You, And Only With Your Laughter Can You Win.

The Hollywood Sirens Are Shrieking, While Down Some Search Lit Alley Runs Some Lost Belief.