A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.

Sold my guitar to the baker's son for a few crumbs and a place to hide.

In songs, you have to tell people about something they didn't see and weren't there for, and you have to do it as if you were.

I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism, fools making laws for the breaking of jaws.

Fortune or fame, you must pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim.