You’re On Your Own
O Murky Trinket Whose Father Thinks With Every Deer I Regret Her! My God, Objectivity!
Lord, Knights Of Journalism!
Now You’re Knowing Me You’re Not True
Walls Will Swallow Their Partiality
You’re On Your Own
O Murky Trinket Whose Father Thinks With Every Deer I Regret Her! My God, Objectivity!
Lord, Knights Of Journalism!
Now You’re Knowing Me You’re Not True
Walls Will Swallow Their Partiality