King Saul fell on his sword
When it all went wrong
And Joseph's brother sold him down the river
For a song
And Sonny [bad word] some tiger balm in his glove 
some things you do for money
and some you do for love love love

Raskalnikov felt sick
But he couldn't say why
When he saw his face reflected 
In his victim's twinkling eye
Some things you do for money
And some you'll do for fun
But the things you do for love
Are [bad word] back to you one by one

Love love is gonna lead you by the hand
Into a white and soundless place
Now we see this
As in a mirror dimly
Then we shall see each other 
Face to face

And way out in Seattle
Young Kurt Cobain
Snuck out to the garden 
Put a bullet in his brain
Snakes in the grass beneath our feet
Rain in the clouds above
Some moments last forever
And some flare out with love love love