For there were many things I didn’t know
And daddy always smiled and took me by the hand
Saying, someday you’ll understand
Well, I’m here to tell you now, each and every mother’s son
That you better learn it fast, you better learn it young
‘Cause someday never comes
As you tread your path through a jaundiced corridor
Where each day has no beginning and no end
There are those out here who claim to be so good
I suspect that Jesus holidayed in hell
Honestly I’ve been a couple people
No one that I’d want to be again
I’ve dressed up like a husband
I’ve witnessed like a preacher
But maybe this is who I’ve always been
Ništa na ovon svitu nije čistije od čovikove želje za s(l)užanjstvom. Samo da je robovat, vlastitoj ideji, državi, bogovima ili kraljevima, manje je bitno.