A song is anything that can walk by itself.

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again.

Now all the criminals in their suits and ties are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

A lot of people don't have much food on their table. But they got a lot of forks 'n knives. And they got to cut somethin'.

I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name comes up he pretends to barf.

Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.