If After Two Weeks You Still Can't

I Got That Idea From Being In India. I Always Like The Chanting.

Goods Gone Bad, But Right Is Wrong, And I Don't Know Which Side I'm On Lately.

The Battles, The Fights, The Bruises, The Bites. That's The Way True Love Grows.

The Passage Of Time Eliminates Some Of The More Intimate Details Of One's Existence. The Routine Trivia Like Passing Water And Shitting And The Amount Of Food And Alcohol Consumed In The Course Of Daily Survival. Sure, There Were Girls. Lots Of'em. It's Inevitable.

If You Weren't Naggin', Honey, You'd Be So Sweet.