And I can't die easy thinking maybe the menfolks white or black is making a spit cup out of you. Have some sympathy for me. Put me down easy, Janie, I'm a cracked plate.
Every morning the world flung itself over and exposed the town to the sun.
When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.
Look lak she been livin' through uh hundred years in January without one day of spring.
I will fight for my country, but I will not lie for her.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.