When You Pass Through The Fire, You

Over What Guilty Spirit To Not Hear The Beating, To Not Hear The Beating, But Only Tears Of Perfect Moan, Only Tears Of Perfect Moan.

You Do What You Love, Or You Get Arrested.

You Know, Some People Got No Choice, And They Can Never Find A Voice, To Talk With That They Can Even Call Their Own. So The First Thing That They See, That Allows Them The Right To Be, Why They Follow It, You Know, It's Called Bad Luck.

The Injuries We Do In Kind Are Visited Upon Us Often. In The Science Of The Mind, Trying Hard To Move A Shadow.

One Chord Is Fine. Two Chords Are Pushing It. Three Chords And You're Into Jazz.