My love is like some raven at my window with a broken wing.
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, just remind me to show you the scars.
I see through your brain like I see through the water that runs down the drain.
Shakespeare, he's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his bells, speaking to some French girl who says she knows me well.
If you can't lend a hand, then get out of the way.
Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.