Take back your insurance, baby, nothing is guaranteed. Take back your acid rain, let your TV bleed.
Gonna wind it up on my guitar. Gonna make that silver sing.
You belong somewhere you feel free.
She's a good girl, crazy about Elvis, loves horses, and her boyfriend, too.
You were the one who made things different, you were the one who took me in. You were the one thing I could count on, above all, you were my friend.
We don't really make bad records, though some people might like some more than others. And we have never really done a bad show. So I think in a way maybe we've been taken for granted.