May you stay Forever Young
There ought to be a law about you coming around.
You can't be happy by doing something groovy.
Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down.
The National Bank at profit sells road maps for the soul.
I don't have the kinds of relationships that are built on any kind of false pretense, not to say that I haven't. I've had just as many as anybody else, but I haven't had them in a long time.