Sometimes When I’m Flying Over

Sweet Freedom Whispered In My Ear, You're A Butterfly, And Butterflies Are Free To Fly, Fly Away, High-away, Bye-bye.

Basically, I Wanted Redemption For The Way I Lived My Life Beforehand, And That Was The Drugs, The Drink, The Loose Sex, Whatever.

I Never Thought Of Myself As Being Handsome Or Good-looking Or Whatever.

This Overload Is Edging Me Further Out To Sea, I Need To Put Some Distances Between Overkill And Me.

My Old Man Is Drunker Than A Barrel Full Of Monkeys, But My Old Lady She Don't Care.