You five and ten cent women with nothing in your heads, I got a real gal I'm loving and Lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead.

If you're not busy being born, you're busy dying.

Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees, Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees.

It will scramble your head and drag your brain about, sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out.

Trying to create a next world war, he found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor, he said I never engaged in this kind of thing before, but yes I think it can be very easily done.

The radio makes hideous sounds.

You had no faith to lose and you know it.