I don't write the songs; I just write 'em down.
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, just remind me to show you the scars.
... we're living in a Machiavellian world, whether we like it or we don't.
How many a year has passed and gone and many gamble has been lost and won, and many a road taken by a friend and each one I've never seen again.
You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.