We do two shows a night for five weeks. A lotta times we'll go upstairs and sing until daylight - gospel songs. We grew up with it...It more or less puts your mind at ease. It does mine.

Somebody does somethin' stupid, that's human. They don't stop when they see it's wrong, that's a fool.

In my beach shack, we'll be alone. In my beach shack, I'll make you feel at home.

You're so square, baby, I don't care.

He holds his guitar like a Tommy gun.

The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make every time you stamp, throw a lamp.

I figure all any kid needs is hope and the feeling he or she belongs.