Shedding off one more layer of skin, Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down.

God knows there's a heaven.

I've never gone for having a great voice, for cultivating one. I'm still not doing it now.

Now, each of us has his own special gift And you know this was meant to be true. And if you don't underestimate me I won't underestimate you.

I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name comes up he pretends to barf.

Call me any name you like I will never deny it.