Nothing can affect my voice, it's so bad.
I don't write the songs; I just write 'em down.
You're gonna have to serve somebody; well, it may be the devil, or it may be the Lord, but you're gonna have to serve somebody.
The truth that I am seeking is in your missing file.
How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.
When you got nothing, you got nothin' to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.