The minute you step onstage, you get eight feet taller.

No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks, when the teacher rings the bell, drop your books and run like hell

We play it differently now. If we did the album now it would be different.

I came into this life, looked all around. I saw just what I liked and took what I found.

I'll take you to the deepest, darkest, hottest lover's lane for a little spark in the dark.

Give me lace and whiskey, Mama's own remedy.

The boy's got problems, the boy's got stress, the boy's got a .38 hidden in his desk.