Well the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are riding down the line fixing everybody's troubles, everybody except mine.
Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.
Nothing can affect my voice, it's so bad.
My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect.
I fought with my twin, the enemy within.
Ah, current music. What would that be? Ah, really, a lot of it sounds defective to me. It makes me restless.