I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice, I wanna be elected.
I don't know, but I've been told, the streets of hell are paved with gold.
I ain't no veggie, like my flesh to the bone, alive and licking on your ice cream cone.
I got a muscle of love.
It just seemed that we always ended up at the Rainbow, to the point where they finally just said, why don't you guys go up into this loft where we'll kind of protect people from coming around and, you know, sitting on the tables. And we thought that was a great idea.
I always think that you should be striving to write your best song.