Should there be songs?
Should my hair be long?
Should my stare be strong?
Do nightmares belong on the prairie at dawn?
Do I dare to fawn over fair-faced blonds?
Should there be bonds? To their hair I'm drawn
Should my prayers be bronzed? Are affairs so wrong?
I have been told that my skin is exceptionally smooth
But what good is that?
When to get to my heart
You have to crawl through tight tunnels of sharp rock