7-12-11.  WOMEN TROUBLE.   

This crazy one horse town

That was life of the party

The mad being up then down

There’s more calm in casualty.

Women trouble become mine

World War III cause it’s that time

Women trouble yet again

Off at a tangent and I’m to blame.

Don’t like your strange ideas

They cut right down the middle

Resistance disappears

When you stare out the window.

You ain’t no license to kill

And you ain’t no headmaster

I ain’t no army to drill

Nor no source for your laughter.