If you can't draw a crowd, draw dicks on the wall

The way I see it, there's only one melody for any song.

And all I really want to say is you're the reason I want to stay.

Next door, there's an old man who lived to his nineties and one day passed away in his sleep. And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days and passed away. I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong.

My parents told me I must get married. I was seen as a failure if I didn't do it.

I drink a lot, probably too much. My scene while writing lyrics is always a bottle of scotch and stacks of note cards, pencil and pencil sharpener. I throw around note cards and drink.

I want people to listen to my lyrics and be okay with themselves. The people who have it the roughest are homosexuals who come out of the closet.