I've often said if I knew where the good songs came from, I'd go there more often.
And I had not much of a voice. I didn't play that great guitar either.
You go your way I'll go your way too
I’ll be marching through the morning, Marching through the night, Moving 'cross the borders Of My Secret Life.
Everybody knows the dice are loaded.
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded, Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed, Everybody knows that the war is over, Everybody knows the good guys lost.