The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game.
Let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
What good are fans? You can't eat applause for breakfast. You can't sleep with it.
If I lived my life by what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would've died.