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.
I'll pour a cup to you my darling, raise it up, say Cheerio.
A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.
I'll make love to you in all good places, under black mountains and open spaces.
Did you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real?
Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.