They Self-inflict Punishment On Their

She's A Hypnotist Collector; You Are A Walking Antique.

Despite Everybody Who Has Been Born And Has Died, The World Has Just Gone On. I Mean, Look At Napoleon -but We Went Right On. Look At Harpo Marx -the World Went Around, It Didn't Stop For A Second. It's Sad But True. John Kennedy, Right?

Madonna, She Still Has Not Showed, We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode, Where Her Cape Of The Stage Once Had Flowed, The Fiddler He Now Steps To The Road, On The Back Of The Fish Truck That Loads, While My Conscience Explodes.

Destiny Is A Feeling You Have That You Know Something About Yourself Nobody Else Does. The Picture You Have In Your Own Mind Of What You're About Will Come True. It's A Kind Of A Thing You Kind Of Have To Keep To Your Own Self, Because It's A Fragile Feeling, And You Put It Out There, Then Someone Will Kill It. It's Best To Keep That All Inside.

Life Is Sad, Life Is A Bust, All You Can Do Is Do What You Must.