I Urge You To Ask

So After Another You I Ran Off To My Very Own Piece Of Paradise, My Home In Hana.

You Work Your Butt Off And Somebody Says You Can't Have Your Record Played Because It Offends Them. Tyrants Are Made Of Such Stuff.

I Live In Racist America And I'm Uneducated, Yet A Lot Of People Love Me And Like What I Do, And I Can Make A Living From It. You Can't Do Much Better Than That.

When You're Running Down The Street On Fire, People Get Out Of Your Way!

The Way I See It, The Earth Is Going To Be Here After We're Dead And Gone. Even If It's A Polluted Planet, And They Messed It Up. Where Do They Go From Here - To Another Planet So They Can Mess That Up Too?