Blame it on the lies that killed us. Blame it on the truth that ran us down.
Elvis is my religion. But for him, I'd be selling encyclopedias right now.
Everybody's got a hungry heart.
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz between what's flesh and what's fantasy.
In a restless heart the seed of betrayal lay.
Steve Van Zandt, the poor guy, doesn't get to play enough as it is with me hogging a lot of the solos. Steve has always been a fabulous guitarist. Back from the day when we were both teenagers together, he led his band and played lead and was always a hot guitar player.