In the end you become part of everything you hate, basically.
If you weren't naggin', honey, you'd be so sweet.
We're out of control on this loony balloon, barely missing the other planets and stars.
I might even end up a rock and roll god, it might turn into a steady job.
Well I'm not dumb, but I can't understand why she walked like a woman, but talked like a man.
On the surface I'm a mild mannered person, that's until you scratch the animal inside.