Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.

I'll make love to you in all good places, under black mountains and open spaces.

Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.

To tell the truth, I'd scare me too.

The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.

Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.

Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.