01.08.02 Testo

Oh opposition, how long will you continue?
Opposition, how many tears must you draw?
But know this, not every tear that has graced my cheek has been
a tear of confrontation, but some have been tears of joy.
So on this eighth day of the new year, 3:41 central time,
I stand confident, Oh my God of great goodness,
is it possible just maybe, that i can write half-way intelligent
lyrics and make music that people might possibly like?
Is that possible?
Is it possible that what I do is what I want to actually do,
and not the result of selling out? heh

Oh hi little bluebird, you wonderful creation of Joy
You're beautiful. Sing to me , you sing to me blue bird,
you sing beautiful. Now i'll sing to you...
Reuben, what am I dippity doin?