I PERISHED YESTEREVE IN MINE DREAMS STROLLING THE STREETS OF SOME ANCIENT PHANTOM VILLAGE; TRIED TO BELIEVE IN CHRIST AND JIMMY DEAN WHEN HOLLYWOOD SOLD OUT; I SAWETH ALL THE ANGELS LOCKETH UP THE DOORS, I WOULD NOT ENTER; WALKED INTO THE FIRE AND CALLED OUT THINE NAME ALTHOUGH THERE WAS NO REPLY; AND NOW I KNOW MINE HEART IS A PHANTOM VILLAGE