Accept your life and what it brings, I know tomorrow you find better things.
A man has one, a cat has nine, and in between it's killing time.
The big corporations and the big companies turned musicians into factory workers on an assembly line.
I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest, I had to put my clothes on cause it made me depressed.
The battles, the fights, the bruises, the bites. That's the way true love grows.
Dissatisfied with what I am, I want to be a better man.