There’s songs about me, songs about wading through the lakes of blood I’ve drawn. Rivers, lakes, seas, oceans, it all depends on the minstrel.
They say I don’t even have a reason. I don’t bathe in it for youth, I don’t drink it for occult sustenance, I don’t walk on some grim path of vengeance.
They say I just want to have fun. …and you know what, I do believe they are absolutely correct.