by Warren Zevon and Paul Muldoon She stood beside my narrow bed to check my E.K.G. She shook her pretty little head At what's become of me I thought
(Paul Gerhardt, J. W. Alexander, Hans Hassler, 16th Lent, Bach) O sacred Head now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surrounded
in Vietnam Now you standin in the form amongst the children of the corn Like the Sun of Man stood with a crown made of thorns The only difference is for
my stomach starts to heave. What joyous blunder waits for me? Finished first but I missed the start. Hitched the mule behind the cart." Take the rose by the thorns
of love before I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough... I'm in love with my money [Chamillionaire - Talking] Yeah man, me and Paul just
the weed Bubba +Sparxxx+ They was journeys seen far as he walked in Dick's +Clark+ Jeffery +Lyons+ stuck with a thorn from George's +Bush+ Paul +Pierce