He lies right at you, you know you hate this game. He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain.
We wanted it more live and raw. We didn't want a studio sound.
Give me lace and whiskey, Mama's own remedy.
Every good band in the world was a cover band first. The Beatles were and the Stones were. Everybody was a cover band.
Baby, shut up and let me drink the wine from your fur tea cup.
I always think that you should be striving to write your best song.