It was then I knew I'd had enough, Burned my credit card for fuel Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand With a one-way ticket to the land of truth And my suitcase in my hand
There's two kinds of love, one is wrong and one is right.
Southern change gonna come at last! Now your crosses are burning fast, Southern Man.
You were born to rock, you'll never be an opera star.
Though my problems are meaningless, that don't make them go away.
When I speak out on corporations hurting the common man or the environment or other species, I expect a well-financed disinformation campaign to be aimed my way.