sunday i am young and wild
monday i go lame. tuesday i start twitching
wednesday i'm insane. thursday i lay dying
friday i'm quite dead. saturday i get carried away by things better left unsaid. but heaven ain't no place
love ain't no word sister. and prison ain't no building made of iron bars and stone. you can seek the rhyme and reason
but in the realm of the unknown you won't catch no true reflections in that alabama chrome." for there's mountains you