You say love is just a four letter word.
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp
There's no liquor in the land that can stop your brain from bleedin
Jesus, that ear. He should donate it to The Smithsonian. Brian Wilson, he made all his records with four tracks, but you couldn't make his records if you had a hundred tracks today.
Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time.
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.