So much time weeping and wailing and shaking our fists, creating enemies that really don't exist.
The government bugged the men's room in the local disco lounge.
We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry.
I don't care what anybody says about Ringo. I cut my rock-n-roll teeth listening to him.
This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.
The trouble with you and me my friend, is the trouble with this nation, too many blessings, too little Appreciation.