Truth Is Like A Waterslide-only Fun When

You Know, The Streets Are Filled With Vipers Who've Lost All Ray Of Hope You Know, It Ain't Even Safe No More In The Palace Of The Pope

I Once Loved A Girl, Her Skin It Was Bronze With The Innocence Of A Lamb, She Was Gentle Like A Fawn I Courted Her Proudly But Now She Is Gone Gone As The Season She's Taken

I Feel Like I'm Knockin' On Heaven's Door.

You Use To Ride On The Chrome Horse With Your Diplomat, Who Carried On His Shoulder A Siamese Cat.

I've Never Gone For Having A Great Voice, For Cultivating One. I'm Still Not Doing It Now.