Ladies, sing it to your husbands.

Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps

In the dark, we make sparks

Parker, get the Rolls-Royce

Among the trees

You think that everything you've done's fantastic.

It's all around you

More and more junk

From A Whisper to A Roar

My empire of dirt

I'd immerse you in flame, your milk and your passion

Tremble with a sigh