What a scandal, if I die. Yeah, I'm gonna kill myself, get a little headline news.
Shock waves to a tired brain, sends that hungry lady to my door again. She's my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain, entertaining white powder.
It's much too late to save myself from falling.
It seems to me, sorry seems to be the hardest word.
I've always wanted to smash a guitar over someone's head. You just can't do that with a piano.
Tina Turner gave me the highway blues.