Well, it's hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon When it's nine below zero And three o'clock in the afternoon.

All that foreign oil controlling American soil.

When the jelly faced women all sneeze, hear the one with the mustache say I can't find my knees.

You don't have to be afraid of looking into my face. We've done nothing to each other that time will not erase.

Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take to find dignity.

There are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.

A cork screw to my heart, ever since we've been apart.