Pop paper people printing ";Rebel Insane";
They in my head and digging into my brain
I need umbrella to keep out the rain
I can't hope to keep the pace I have made
Maybe I'll settle in the country and fade
It's all too much for me to handle with ease
I'm sinking fast- I'll soon be down on my knees
Dreams of Loretta and Lorraine and Louise
I can't hope to be the ";Devil-May-Care";
Maybe I'll settle with you all in my hair
Broke three fingers last night
