I'm living in a world where I don't really fit Every day walking through the same old shit I'm gonna get my gun, gonna get prepared I'm not impressed and I'm not scared Don't let the bastards grind you down! Don't let them grind you down! Don't let the bastards grind you down! Don't let them grind you down!

We should make Cincinnati by 7 tonight.

[…] and so your soyle being drayned and kept dry, all those wéedy kindes of grasse will soone perish.

And oft upon yon craggy mount, Where threat'ning cliffs hang high, Have I observ'd him stop to count With fixless stare the sky.