Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer. May I land my kinky machine?
I wanted to be listened to. I don't know if they were or not, though.
Once you're dead, you're made for life.
Imagination is the key to my lyrics. The rest is painted with a little science fiction.
After awhile, your, your cheap talk don't even cause me pain, so let your bullets fly like rain.
Are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced?