Someday we'll all be gone, but lullabies go on and on / They never die, that's how you and I will be

I'm not sure about life after this; god knows I'm not a spiritual man.

I won't be righteous again. I'm not sure anymore.

I look in the mirror and think, 'I don't look like a rock star.' I talked about this with Bono and we looked at each other and decided we look like a pair of bricklayers.

you may be right, I may be crazy, but it just might be a lunatic you're looking for

Sergeant O'Leary is walking the beat, at night he becomes a bar tender.

I actually wrote the song first as "well, it's 9 o'clock on a Saturday." That bit. Then I said, You know what? It needs some kind of an introduction to kind of set the mood and set the flavor. So I just played this kind of cocktail lounge thing, the hustle and bustle of waitresses going by - that kind of thing.