He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.
Who the hell can he be? He's never had V.D.
In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.