There's a girl across the bar, I get the message she's sending. Mmm, she ain't looking too married, and me, well, I'm pretending.

I tend to be not my own best company. I can get a little lost when - if I don't have my work to occasionally focus me.

Blame it on the lies that killed us. Blame it on the truth that ran us down.

I got a house full of Rembrandts and priceless art, and all the little girls they wanna tear me apart.

Politics and life go hand in hand.

Together, we'll live with the sadness. I'll love you with all the madness in my soul.

You can beat the drum so hard that people stop listening. I wanted to use my voice wisely and not expend it wastefully.