We All Like Motorcycles To

All This Talk About Equality. The Only Thing People Really Have In Common Is That They Are All Going To Die.

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

God Bless You All With Peace, Tranquility And Good Will.

Inspiration Is Hard To Come By. You Have To Take It Where You Find It.

On The Cliffs Of Your Wild Cat Charms I'm Riding.