What Bothers Me Most Is That I

The Villains Have Turned Into Heroes. The Heroes Have Turned Into Heals.

His Songs Were Soon Curled On The Lips Of The World, They Had Earned Him The Highest Acclaim. And Yet His Greatest Desire Was The Simple Warmth Of Love's Fire, Cause It's Cold On The Dark Side Of Fame.

Men Commit Murder And All Sorts Of Mayhem, In A Few Years They're Back On The Streets. Highway Robbery And White Collar Crime, And They Laugh At The System They Beat.

They Got Me For Possession Of Something That Was Long, Long Gone.

I Could Have Killed Her When We First Met And I've Been Out Of Jail By Now.