The battles, the fights, the bruises, the bites. That's the way true love grows.
Those three chords were part of my life - G, F, Bb - yeh, it is, it is, and I can't help noticing it. But there have been other things nearly as close to it which people haven't noticed, other things we have done.
Accept your life and what it brings, I know tomorrow you find better things.
If I told you God was black, what would you think of that?
Hey, is that you Elvis? I wanna speak to the Colonel. Jump to it, you mother.
To the field we are scattered from the day we are born to grow wild and sleep rough til from the earth we are torn.