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

After a while you earn that privacy is something you can sell, but you can't buy it back.

I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'. When she said, hey man, you crazy or somethin'?

Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul

In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, draw conclusions on the wall.

The future for me is already a thing of the past - You were my first love and you will be my last

We all like motorcycles to some degree.