It Was A Pretty Good

It's An Inside Job To Learn About Forgiving, It's An Inside Job To Hang On To The Joy Of Living.

O' Beautiful For Spacious Skies But Now Those Skies Are Threatening They're Beating Plowshares Into Swords For This Tired Old Man That We Elected King Armchair Warriors Often Fail And We've Been Poisoned By These Fairy Tales The Lawyers Clean Up All Details Since Daddy Had To Lie But I Know A Place Where We Can Go And Wash Away This Sin We'll Sit And Watch The Clouds Roll By And The Tall Grass Wave In The Wind Just Lay Your Head Back On The Ground And Let Your Hair Spill All Around Me Offer Up Your Best Defence But This Is The End This Is The End Of The Innocence

Fame, At One Time, Was Associated With Accomplishment, But In This Day And Age Fame And Notoriety Have Become Confused.

I Don't Want To Discount Talent And Ability, But I Still Maintain That A Lot Of It Is Just Sheer Desire.

No One In This Country Need Go Hungry, And Alleviating The Problem Is Primarily A Matter Of Readjusting Our Priorities. In Both The Government And The Private Sector, Self-interest Has Displaced The Ideal Of Community That Made This Country Great. The Old World View Of "us, We, Our" Has Been Replaced By "i, Me, Mine." The Reasons For This Are Manifold And Complex, But At The End Of The Day, We Need To Remember That, If One Of Us Is Suffering Needlessly, All Of Us Are Diminished.