Heard some interesting lyrics this morning, in Audioslave's "Show Me How To Live":

In with the early dawn
moving right along
I couldn't buy an eyeful of sleep
In the aching night
under the satellites
I was not received
With the stolen parts
a telephone in my heart
someone get me a priest
to put my mind to bed
this ringing in my head
Is this a cure or is this a disease?

Nail in my hand
from my creator
you gave me life
now show me how to live

In the afterbirth
on the quiet earth
let the stains remind you
You thought you made a man
you better think again
before my role defines you

Nail in my hand
from my creator
you gave me life
now show me how to live

And in your waiting hands
I will land
and roll out of my skin
and in your final hours
I will stand
ready to begin
ready to begin