Oh say, can you see, it's really such a mess. Every inch of earth is a fighting nest. Giant pencial and lipstick tube shaped things, continue to rain and cause scream and pain, and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red.

If I'm free, it's because I'm always running.

The smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall.

I guess it would be if I wanted to, just lay back and predominantly write songs when I can't go on a stage anymore.

When things get too heavy, just call me helium, the lightest known gas to man.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.

The world is nothing but a big gimmick.