I'm Not Sure What I'm

I'm Glad That The Bush Years Are Behind Us

Got Seven Women On My Mind. Four That Want To Own Me, Two That Want To Stone Me, And One Says She's A Friend Of Mine.

Where The Search For The Truth Is Conducted With A Wink And A Nod And Where Power And Position Are Equated With The Grace Of God These Times Are Famine For The Soul While For The Senses It's A Feast From The Edge Of My Country, As Far As You See, Looking East

Forget What Life Used To Be, You Are What You Choose To Be. It's Whatever It Is You See That Life Will Become.

Hunger In The Midnight, Hunger At The Stroke Of Noon Hunger In The Banquet, Hunger In The Bride And Groom Hunger On The Tv, Hunger On The Printed Page And There's A God-sized Hunger Underneath The Questions Of The Age