When you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains, And go to your God like a soldier

Four things greater than all things are, - Women and Horses and Power and War

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of remarkable beauty

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.

God help us for we knew the worst too young.