Purple haze all in my eyes, don't know if it's day or night. You got me blowin', blowin' my mind. Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?

Anger he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armor. Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him, her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground.

I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time... I'll give it right back to you, one of these days

Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairy tales That's all she ever thinks about Riding with the wind.

Well I stand up next to a mountain, and I chop it down with the edge of my hand

Is this love, baby, or is this just confusion?

Anyway, you know good and well it would be beyond the will of God, and the grace of the King