Well, it's either kiss me or kill me, that's how I see it.
Don't plant your days they turn into weeds
it ain't no sin, to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
I don't go to church on Sunday, don't get on my knees to pray, or memorize the books of the Bible, I got my own special way
You got to tell me the brave captain Why are the wicked so strong? How do the angels get to sleep When the devil leaves the porch light on?
When you say you're doing an opera, it's like when you're a seven-year-old and say, 'I'm off to Washington, Dad.' You kind of go, 'Sure. Sure you are, son.'