Marches alone won't bring integration when human respect is disintegratin'

Marches alone won't bring integration when human respect is disintegratin'

Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace

Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space, but when you return, it's the same old place.

Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace.

You know, the music business is like the Lotto. Just put your numbers down and sometimes they hit, and sometimes they don't. There's just no rhyme or reason.