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

Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes

Everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.

I'm sick of giving creeps money off my soul.

Fame it's like... When you look through a window, say you pass a little pub, or an inn. You look through the window and you see people talking and carrying on. You,can watch outside the window and see them all being very real with each other. But when you walk into the room, it's over. I don't pay any attention to it.

Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame. I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.

There ought to be a law about you coming around.