In forty-five minutes, it'll all be done. We'll all be good and crispy, but we'll still be number one.
Selling eight million copies of your first album will mess you up.
The government bugged the men's room in the local disco lounge.
There are no facts, there is no truth, just data to be manipulated.
For every moment of joy Every hour of fear For every winding road that brought me here For every breath, for every day of living This is my Thanksgiving
An angry man can only get so far until he reconciles the way he thinks.