In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks >>
They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdere >>
Music has charms to soothe the savage beast, to soften rocks, or bend >>
Everyone realizes that one can believe little of what people say about >>
Vilify, Vilify, some of it will always stick. >>
There is a lust in man no charm can tame: Of loudly publishing his nei >>
They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.