She's got nothing to hide, and she hides it so well. Keeps broken dreams to fix up and sell.

I can work, I can travel, I can sleep anywhere, cross every border with nothing to declare. You can look back babe, but it's best not to stare.

There's rain on the road and the faithful have gone. In a crowd all alone walking 'round in a song.

I'm gonna give her all my soul. I'm gonna play her Rock 'N' Roll.

It is more difficult, and it calls for higher energies of soul, to live a martyr than to die one.

Forsaken, fucking in the cold, eating each other, lost runny noses, complaining all the time like so many people that we know

I've been fucked from every angle there is. You could take out a slide rule and try to, like, map out the different angles and there wouldn't be one that exist…