I'm Sick Of Giving Creeps Money Off

I'm Looking For A Woman Who's Head Is Mixed Up Like Mine.

You Say You're Looking For Someone Who'll Pick You Up Each Time You Fall, To Gather Flowers Constantly And To Come Each Time You Call, A Lover Your Life And Nothing More. But It Ain't Me, Babe.

There Are No Truths Outside The Gates Of Eden.

As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of Prey, Who Pick Up On His Bread Crumb Sins, And There Are No Sins Inside The Gates Of Eden.

You Better Start Swimming, Or You'll Sink Like A Stone. Because The Time's They Are A-changing.