I don't need your organization, I've moved your mountains and I've marked you cards, but Eden is burning. You better get ready for elimination or else your hearts must have the courage of the changing of the guard.

May God bless and keep you always, May your wishes all come true, May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung, May you stay forever young.

They can't hurt me. Sure, they can crush you and kill you. They can lay you out on 42nd and Broadway and put hoses on you and flush you in the sewers and put you on the subway and carry you out to Coney island and bury you on the Ferris wheel. But I refuse to sit here and worry about dying.

As long as you give my friend Jonah Lehrer a free pizza, I'll write a song about your restaurant.

The inmates and prisoners, I found they were my kind, and it was there inside the bars I found my peace of mind.

I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.