Without sin I can't make religion As without sin there's no whoredom And when in my heart god becomes a harlot I shall sin, sin, sin again ("...Every world has its space Every life has its time Every mass has its god Every god has his guillotine... ") To

Approaching original violence To each his own Life can do with one less watered-down excuse If this is over you can tell me it's no use Use, just tell me it's over There comes a time when we can't take the same abuse We can't continue on like this Now

sun lights up the sky hummingbirds fly everything must change and mysteries do unfold for that's the way of time no one, and nothing goes unchanged there are not many things in life one can be sure of except rain comes from the clouds rain comes from the

And I need you I only want you 'Cause I love you And nobody's going to know if it's true There comes a time in a man's life He must take responsibility For the choices he has made There are certain things that he must do