I Grew Up Reading Shakespeare

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

I Don't Know What Happens When People Die Can't Seem To Grasp It As Hard As I Try It's Like A Song I Can Hear Playing Right In My Ear That I Can't Sing I Can't Help Listening

No Matter How Close To Yours Another's Steps Have Grown, In The End There Is One Dance You'll Do Alone.

I Followed Those Highway Signs And I've Run Down Those Thin White Lines.

They Sell Us The President The Same Way They Sell Us Our Clothes And Cars.