When the deeds that you do don't add up to zero.
The warrior who's strength is not to fight.
The man in the coon skin cap in the pig pen wants eleven dollar bills, you've only got ten.
The executioner's face is always well hidden.
Reality has always had too many heads.
I'm one too many mornings, and a thousand miles behind.
Don't think twice, it's alright.
A noble truth is a sacred creed.
It ain't my cup of meat.
On the cliffs of your wild cat charms I'm riding.