The National Bank at profit sells road maps for the soul.
Well the book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy, the law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
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.
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore.
It's not important what other people call you. If you yourself know you're a fake, that's tougher to live with.