The land of opportunity spawned a whole new breed of men without souls.
Remember how you made me crazy, remember how I made you scream.
What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?
I said, baby, do you have no shame? She just looked at me, uncomprehendingly, like cows at a passing train.
Selling eight million copies of your first album will mess you up.
How can love survive in such a graceless age? The trust and self assurance that lead to happiness, they're the very things we kill.