If you’re gonna live, then live it up. If you’re gonna give, then give it up. If you’re gonna walk the Earth, then walk it proud. If you’re gonna say the word, you got to say it loud.
Sometimes I feel I know strangers Better than I know my friends Why must a beginning Be the means to an end? The stones from my enemies These wounds will mend But I cannot survive The roses from my friends.
If it comes out sounding like Dixieland jazz or classical or punk or rock or even slightly metal, that’s because that’s where I’m going to find inspiration.
