Well, obviously religion must come from inside.
This morning came on to me, silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise.
I'm gonna put a curse on you and all your kids will be born completely naked.
A girl asked me if she could comb my hair. Nobody can comb my hair, I canโt even comb my hair.
The one that rambles for a million miles, yes, I walk down this road searching for your love.
Before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean.