I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.
Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks.
My songs always sound a lot better in person than they do on the record.
Too much information about nothing.
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans.
How many roads must a developer walk down, before they accept the amenities package?