I've written so many songs about Englishmen, I have to go elsewhere.
Paranoia, the destroyer.
The soul needs attention like the body needs to breath.
Underneath that rude exterior, you've got a heart of gold.
If you weren't naggin', honey, you'd be so sweet.
Life means nothing to you, at least that's what they say. But it doesn't mean that you have the right to take life away.