Life Has A Habit Of

Life Has A Habit Of Not Staying Hitched. You Got To Ride It Like You Find It.

I Would Like To See Every Single Soldier On Every Single Side, Just Take Off Your Helmet, Unbuckle Your Kit, Lay Down Your Rifle, And Set Down At The Side Of Some Shady Lane, And Say, Nope, I Aint A Gonna Kill Nobody. Plenty Of Rich Folks Wants To Fight. Give Them The Guns.

One Bright Sunny Morning In The Shadow Of The Steeple, By The Relief Office, I Saw My People - As They Stood Hungry, I Stood There Wondering If God Blessed America For Me.

Love Is The Only Medicine I Believe In.

The World Is Filled With People Who Are No Longer Needed. And Who Try To Make Slaves Of All Of Us. And They Have Their Music And We Have Ours. Theirs, The Wasted Songs Of A Superstitious Nightmare. And Without Their Music And Ideological Miscarriages To Compare Our Songs Of Freedom To, We'd Not Have Any Opposite To Compare Music With - - And Like The Drifting Wind, Hitting Against No Obstacle, We'd Never Know Its Speed, Its Power.