Оригинален текст
How many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man - and if it
isn't good i understand - with different rights - the days to settle down,
to hear what's going low - there's a bitter old ghost and a side trail every
morning - how many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man - and
when it comes to this - easily for those with beer, honey - waiting - the
days to settle down, to hear what's going low - and it's in the wind - the
spirit blowing the answer to an a**hole's face - not to swear for nothing,
in synchronicity that's even still perfect - there's a bitter old ghost and
a side trail every morning