Or is it that I think too much?
As much as I remember, I just thought, I want to sing a song that starts normal and ends crazy.
When someone less capable is ahead of me, I am not pleased. It makes me insane.
You kill me and I'll see that you never work in this town again.
I'm for the Wall Street Occupiers. But will they accept me when they find out I sell packaged mortgage default instruments to children?
Lord loves a workin' man; don't trust whitey