Goods gone bad, but right is wrong, and I don't know which side I'm on lately.
I've written so many songs about Englishmen, I have to go elsewhere.
Well I'm not dumb, but I can't understand why she walked like a woman, but talked like a man.
Newsmen winding up the nation, a little bad news helps circulation, pass on the panic to the population.
Silly boy, you got so much to live for, so much to aim for, so much to try for.
If I had to do my life over, I would change every single thing I have done.