I Gave Her My Heart But She

You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody; Well, It May Be The Devil, Or It May Be The Lord, But You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody.

I Don't Write The Songs; I Just Write 'em Down.

Shedding Off One More Layer Of Skin, Keeping One Step Ahead Of The Persecutor Within.

Proud To Steal Her Anything She Sees, But You Will Wind Up Peeking Through Her Key Hole Down Upon Your Knees.

I Think A Poet Is Anybody Who Wouldn't Call Himself A Poet.