It's not dark yet But it's getting there

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

She speaks with a stutter and she and she walks with a hop. I don't know why I love her, but I just can't stop.

Madonna, she still has not showed, we see this empty cage now corrode, where her cape of the stage once had flowed, the fiddler he now steps to the road, on the back of the fish truck that loads, while my conscience explodes.

Whenever anybody does something in a big way, it's always rejected at home and accepted someplace else.

I was lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere, I was lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair. I looked way up my chimney hole, I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl.

Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music again.