The walls of pride are high and wide, can't see over to the other side.

I was born a long way from where I belong and I am on my way home.

I make my stand and remain as I am, and bid farewell and not give a damn.

Good intentions can be evil, both hands are full of grease. You know, sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

He's hell bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.

Can't keep track of it no more, son's becoming husbands to their mothers, and old men turning your daughters into whores.

Fortune or fame, you must pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim.