Bag lady's complainin'. To the cop on the beat. She says she's got nowhere to go. She got nothin' to eat. . Cop says, "Lady, have you considered. A life of crime?.
Arrows turned inward are good for the soul. I have a thing about arrows. And diamonds and coal. Pressure turning carbon to jewels. . Slowly they aim at my iron mark.
I'm growing out my hair. like it was when I was single. it was longer than I've known you. I had no money then. I had no worries then at all. {But with} such a high standard of living.