The intellectual controls the spiritual, the animal respects the natural.
Hate builds up from the childhood when your world was a slum, but you haven't got the right to blow it to kingdom come.
He's better than the rest, and his arm sweat smells the best.
Revolution used to be cool, but now it's out of fashion.
When he feels the world is closing in, he turns his stereo way up high. He just spends his life, living in a rock and roll fantasy.
How was I conceived? Was it love, was I meant, or was I just an accident?