Prejudice doesn't make me mad. It just - I guess 'pisses me off' is the word.
Don't bother me, leave me alone. Anyway, I'm almost grown.
Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news.
They're drinkin' home brew from a wooden cup. The folks were dancin' there got all shook up.
He could play the guitar just like ringing a bell.
Sometime we'll try and reach for things we know we each want and don't deserve.