If that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine, I'm a break that birdie's neck.
Mother, are you there? I love you. I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel.
The album requires a certain focus of mine that I can't really explain - let's just say it's all I can really do while I'm doing it.
I am who I am and I say what I think. I'm not putting a face on for the record.
When I say or do something I do it, I don't give a damn what you think, I'm doing this for me.
But you lied again. Now you get to watch her leave out the window. Guess that's why they call it 'window pane.