Feelin' guilty, feelin' scared, hidden cameras everywhere.

Well I'm not dumb, but I can't understand why she walked like a woman, but talked like a man.

How was I conceived? Was it love, was I meant, or was I just an accident?

When I wrote the song, I had the sea near Bombay in mind. We stayed at a hotel by the sea, and the fishermen come up at five in the morning and they were all chanting. And we went on the beach and we got chased by a mad dog-big as a donkey. ... I think that songwriting changed when groups started spending more time in the studio. ... I've written so many songs about Englishmen, I have to go elsewhere. ... Our repertoire consisted of rhythm and blues, sort of country rhythm and blues, Sonny Terry things.

Taken everything I've got, all I've got's this sunny afternoon.

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.

Oh, demon alcohol, sad memories I can't recall.