Many dreams is what we had and plenty wishes.

Everyday there's more death, and plus I'm doughless. I'm seeing more reasons for me to proceed with thieving.

I feel close to Marvin Gaye, Vincent van Gogh, because nobody appreciated his work until he was dead. Now it's worth millions.

I feel that what was done in the dark will come to light. There are secrets everybody's gonna find out about.

They wanna censor me, they ratha see me in a cell, livin' in hell, with only a few of us to live to tell.

My life is in denial. And when I die, baptized in eternal fire, I'll shed many tears.

And thats the way it was and thats the way the cookie crumbles