Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By Lou Reed, It might be fun to have a kid that I
By Lou Reed, He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding
Talking crippled
By Lou Reed, The bias of the father runs on through the son
And
By Lou Reed, There's a down town fairy singing out "proud mary"
As she
By Lou Reed, There's blacks with knives and whites with clubs
Fighting in howard
By Lou Reed, They say he didn't have an enemy
His was a greatness
By Lou Reed, Caught between the twisted stars
The plotted lines the faulty map
That
By Lou Reed, I was up in the morning with the tv blarin'
Brush
By Lou Reed, We who have so much to you who have so
By Lou Reed, This is no time for celebration
This is no time for
By Lou Reed, Sam was lyin' in the jungle
Agent orange spread against the
