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.

i been meek, and hard like an oak, i seen pretty people disappear like smoke. friends will arrive, friends will disappear. if you want me, honey baby, i'll be here.

I kinda live where I find myself.

They asked me for some collateral and I pulled down my pants.

The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.

Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.

Draft beer, not people.