Your skin upon my skin, in the beating of our hearts, may the living let us in, before the dead tear us apart.

Roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair. The night's busted open. These two lanes will take us anywhere.

When I die throw my body in the back and drive me to the junk yard in my Cadillac.

The hungry and the haunted explode in a rock'n'roll band.

The light from the oncoming train focuses the mind.

The great challenge of adulthood is holding on to your idealism after you lose your innocence.

I walked a thousand miles just to slip this skin.