I'm contagious, but I'm not outrageously mad. I'm corrupted, I'm just sh-sh-sh-shaking off the bad things that make me crazy. I'm alone, I'm safe from
You may be sharper than the sword your brother drew. While working late in Toledo, 1972. And drunk enough to slip inside his crowd, but you don't miss
I can't see black or white, and I won't make it through the night. What you don't know will never hurt you. A horrifying screech, from a parked car down
but they don't know a thing about the words across your chest. Who did you see between the reeds? No, we couldn't stay, so shameless and sane. Can the fruit on the tree
I might have lied to acquit my crimes. And I might have cried just to get me by. But how did I collide with all your guns and smoke? A thousand miles
I put his town to my torch, and watched him beg mercy, on my knees. Take that pesticide out of the air when we're feeling low. Play that same old song
Am I the bright sound in your head room? Am I that surrogate to your demand? Am I the bread and wine to be? Am I the hole in the dam? (Thanks to Brandon
Cry your eyes out for someone true. Sing an old song, and something new. Start without us, we'll be there soon. Just don't forget me, like I know you
