We're gonna get high, high, high, when we're low. The fires burn from better days. She scream why, oh why? I said I don't know!

With my family, my sons both love music and play music, and they're really good at it.

Well, you know, I look at myself in the morning and yes, yeah I-I am a God.

The first time that you escape from home or the small town that you live in - there's a reason a small town is called a small town: It's because not many people want to live there.

She smashes her knuckles into winter As autumn's wind fades into black She is the saint of all the sinners, the one whose fallen through the cracks... (iViva la Gloria!)

Nobody leaves this band unless it's in a coffin

There's an honesty in our family - my kids and I are able to talk about things without me putting the fear of God into them.