Play it fuckin' loud!

When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to loose.

She's got everything she needs; she's an artist, she don't look back.

And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking.

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes

Folk music is a bunch of fat people.