For what we are about to receive, Oh Lord 'tis Thee we thank,' said the cannibal as he cut a slice off the missionary's shank.
We gotta be free - The eagle and me. see Amelia Jenks Bloomer, Emancipation of Women
Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
Music gives 'wings' to words.
All the heroes of tomorrow are the heretics of today.
The world would be a safer place, If someone had a plan, Before exploring outer space, To find the inner man.