Once I went into songwriting, I figured I had to - I couldn't be a hellfire rock 'n' roller. But I could write hellfire lyrics.
You can't be wise and in love at the same time.
He gambled all his life, he's got 27 children, yet he's never had a wife.
Yesterday is just a memory.
The world of research has gone berserk. Too much paper work.
Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.