The gate is straight, Deep and wide, Break on through to the other side.

It takes more strength to cry, admit defeat. I have truth on my side, you only have deceit.

We'll all be equal under the grass, and God's got a heaven for country trash.

People are flowers. Music is water. Musicians are the hose.

I've done a bit of smuggling, I've run my share of grass. I made enough money to buy Miami, but I piss it away so fast.

I just can't sleep tonight knowing that things ain't right.