Gotta be green - gotta be mean - gotta be everything more

 

I am lost, so I am cruel - but I'd be love and sweetness if I had you

 

It seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal

 

You want me to say that I want you to stay

 

But there is blood on my hands and my lips aren't clean

 

I'm still in your wild dreams

 

Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways

 

Don't believe a thing I say

 

I'm not the man they think I am at home

          

I'm too gone to be staying