I lost my one true love. I started drinking.
There ought to be a law about you coming around.
Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.
Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.
He not busy being born is busy dying.
Charity is suppose to cover up for a multitude of sins.