I've Become Completely Well Adjusted To Being

It Always Bothers Me To See People Writing Rip When A Person Dies. It Just Feels So Insincere And Like A Cop Out. To Me, Rip Is The Microwave Dinner Of Posthumous Honours.

I Can't Tell The Difference Between Wrong And Right, Are You Laughing At Me?

You Know, Some People Got No Choice, And They Can Never Find A Voice, To Talk With That They Can Even Call Their Own. So The First Thing That They See, That Allows Them The Right To Be, Why They Follow It, You Know, It's Called Bad Luck.

Jealousy Endlessly Eats Through My Mind, And Jealously Endlessly Makes Me Be Unkind.

Will None Of The Powers That Be Realize What Brian Wilson Did With The Chords. Deftly Taking From All Sources, Old Rock, Four Freshman, He Got In His Records A Beautiful Hybrid Sound - Let Him Run Wild, Don't Worry Baby, I Get Around, Fun, Fun, Fun - 'and She Had Fun, Fun, Fun 'till Her Daddy Took Her T-bird Away.'