Yesterday love was such an easy game for you to play. But now let's face it, things are so much easier today. Let it be like yesterday.
Self destroyer, wreck your health, destroy friends, destroy yourself. The time device of self destruction, lies, confusion, start eruption.
If I told you God was black, what would you think of that?
I think that songwriting changed when groups started spending more time in the studio.
How was I conceived? Was it love, was I meant, or was I just an accident?
Put all the pervs in jail, bring back the birch and cat-o-nine tails.