It seems the longer I'm alive The more afraid I am to die The more I do the less I think That I've accomplished anything I make a plan with lots of lists And wr...

What's that rotten smell? The stench of morning headlines Someone's trying to sell a war of ignorance With newspapers passed out in our schools And every mornin...

We were waiting tables in time's square When we got the call To play the part of revolutionaries Who help bring about an empire's fall We've toiled in the servi...

Everybody says they hate the sound of their own voice But I'll admit that I prefer mine to any other noise So does that make me self-absorbed or do I even have ...