I'm asthmatic. I was a lot bigger back then, and I still get winded on stage today. But I've learned how to pace it now. I have musical breaks in there.
We carry the flame for all to see, the fire and passion of what we can be.
You can lose yourself in pleasure, 'til your body's going numb, but will it ever be enough.
Who am I, why am I here? Forget the question, someone give me another beer.
Life is a lemon and I want my money back.
I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout.