First We Take Manhattan, Then We Take

I Lit A Thin Green Candle To Make You Jealous Of Me, But The Room Just Filled Up With Mosquitoes.

The Troubles Came And I Saved What I Could Save. A Thread Of Light, A Particle, A Wave.

Here's To The Few Who Forgive What You Do, And The Fewer Who Don't Even Care

The Less I Was Of Who I Was, The Better I Felt.

[europe Has] This Tradition Of Self Revelation In Popular Music. We Have It Here - It's Called Country Western Music... I Think That's Where The Deeper And More Complex Subjects Are Treated.