It feels great to have a #1 album.
We drown our doubts in dry champagne and soothe our souls with fine cocaine. I don't know why I even care, we get so high and get nowhere.
Call me a joker, call me a fool, right at this moment I'm totally cool.
I've reached the age where competence is a turn-on.
The graduations hang on the wall, but they never really helped us at all.
No end to sorrow, caused by the same endless fears. Why can't we learn from all we've been through after two thousand years?