Though my problems are meaningless, that don't make them go away.
Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them. And I try to forgive them anyway I can.
The true martial artist yields to the weak, while withstanding the strong.
Southern change gonna come at last! Now your crosses are burning fast, Southern Man.
I see a woman in the night with a baby in her hand, under an old street light near a garbage can.
I don't know if I'll find the cinnamon girl. I think I already did, but I'm still singing, who knows.