Boyhood, like measles, is one of those complaints which a man should catch young and have done with, for when it comes in middle life it is apt to be serious
You've got nowhere to go Got no way out of this hole Got no one to say it's all just the way things are Well wouldn't it be good To look into a brighter day It's just the way things are
"Latviešu literatūras klasika joprojām rezonē uz Cibiņa un Buņģa ass, kur vājais iet bojā no nosalšanas un hipotrofijas, viņš ir hroniski nepaēdis vai nepilnvērtīgu uzturu saņēmis."