Chester Arthur was the president But no one remembers him What about you? He served a term with no vice president And no one resident To tell him what to do He came to office by a bullet's grace Garfield lost his place And Arthur took…

A very bitter account of leaving a job. Don't burn the bridge they say Yet here I stand any way With a can of gas and a match In my hand Thinking how after all this time Still not sure what's yours and what's mine And neither of us is…

A true story about some of my odd dreams If the world's strongest man Could hold the world in the palm of his hand Would he crush us all into dust? As a way to punish us These are the kind of things That seem to occupy me If a giant…