I Work My Back 'til It's Racked

Like A Rock, Standing Arrow Straight. Like A Rock, Charging From The Gate.

Every Now And Then You'll Nail One That's Really, Really Special. And That's What You Live For.

I Used Her And She Used Me, But Neither One Cared, We Were Getting Our Share.

I'm Not A Number. Dammit, I'm A Man.

It Took Me A Long Time To Learn How To Write A Good Song.