I hope I didn't bore you too much with my life story.
You've got to follow that dream, wherever that dream may lead.
The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make every time you stamp, throw a lamp.
I'm left, you're right, and she's gone. You're right, and I'm left all alone.
He holds his guitar like a Tommy gun.
Music should be something that makes you gotta move, inside or outside.