What you were singing about was believable and convincing, that's the key to a great singer.
I know I ain't nobody's bargain, but hell a little touchup and a little paint.
Baby, this town rips the bones from our back it's a death trap, it's a suicide rap. We got to get out while we're young.
I go to put my arm around you and you give me a look like I'm way out of bounds.
Blood moon risin' in a sky of black dust, tell me baby, who do you trust?
In the third grade, a nun stuffed me in a garbage can under her desk because she said that's where I belonged. I also had the distinction of being the only altar boy knocked down by a priest during mass.