Lyrics:
A Quarrel

It's funny how Nothing seems much fun anymore to me now That I quit the drink 'Cause soberness It might be what I need But it's certainly not how I wanna

out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks But I got to stop wishin', got to go fishin' down to rock bottom again Just a few friends, just a few friends

And it's time a few of them were recognized Hello Detroit auto workers, let me thank you for your time You work a forty hour week for a livin' just

eyes and a closed mind Look at the suit in suspended animation A faded outline that used to be a man A piece of paper that's fallen out a window Has

you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime You can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Get it? A routine injection, a

Forty winters, cold and dark Surround you like a beauty mark A tilt on the accesses That time of year And the flesh of your cheekbones Says no damage

way onto the other side 'Cause I want to feel alive, 'cause I want to feel alive? There's a place for us The perfect place for us There's a place for

seitdem ich dich kenne hab ich ein problem: du gehst mir auf die nerven, baby, und zwar extrem du redest ohne punkt und komma und rund um die uhr du holst

me He didn't know about Quark, Strangeness and Charm Quark, Strangeness and Charm Quark, Strangeness and Charm I had a dangerous liaison To have been found out would've been a