I don't write the songs; I just write 'em down.

Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition, but the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth. You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

People disagreeing everywhere you look makes you wanna stop and read a book.

You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live, when I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give. Dried the tears up from my dreams and pulled me from my hole, quenched my thirst and satisfied the burning in my soul.

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

The radio makes hideous sounds.