I used to work real hard
A circus life no lie
One day then another
Simply flew on by
It’s true what they say about working another man’s dream
Your life fades . . .  follow your own dreams

How I cry in true surrender . . .
To the love inside my heart so tender . . .
I think back over many yesterdays . . .
To all the love I’ve given away . . .

Love is a serious thing
Without it you have nothing
What is passion without fire?
Oh how it does inspire

Why, oh why can’t they not see . . .
That through their actions, they are murdering me
As hard as I try I might as well lie and die
They take what little is left of me
I attempt to build a house for my own
But the man says “You owe me money”

Soldiers’ lined up against the wall
Bullets fly then they fall
Someone’s filming to send to all
Commercialized terror is their aim
All this death in his name

Ill chill wind blows. Cold biting skin.
Down to the bone. Makeshift shelter.
No comfort. No home.
The storm is upon them. Sally-Ann is full.
Living death. Way back when.

Kiss me . . .
Please kiss me with passion
Let our feelings combine
And pledge that you’re mine
For all time . . .

Happy birthday, Elvis Presley
Today you’d be eighty-seven years young (update yearly)
Every time I hear your music
It brings to mind that you’re not gone