He is not a Christian
He or she is not a Hindu...

Knuckles cut, gouged and bleeding.
My mouth and lungs filled with dust...

You try to close the coffin
But the thing inside wants out...

If beauty doth honestly and truly be the sole...
Then truly my eyes belong only unto you...

I bought two bottles of beer
I required neither...

Don't you try to understand me
For you cannot and never will...

Pull pull up a stool friend
And I'll buy you a drink...

My name, it is not Jack,
And I do not have a spring...

I said the life is not for everyone!
And in time it wouldn't be for me...

Our world is getting smaller,
Religion and creed becoming one...

Pick up your soldiers.
Take your first train set...

I need but one day.
Just one will do just nicely...