I Live An Idle Burden

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.

Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To The Grave.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven My Fame.

Why Cover The Same Ground Again? ... It Goes Against My Grain To Repeat A Tale Told Once, And Told So Clearly.