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.

Art is a never-ending dance of illusions.

They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives, put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs, or their wives.

I made a bargain with him, the chief in a world we can't see. (devil)

Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.

I'm speaking for all of us. I'm the spokesman for a generation.

Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.