Don't mess with the dead, boy, they have eerie powers.

I've finally tapped into that spirit of self-destruction that makes rock-n-roll the king of music!

All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.

One rogue leads another.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.

Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.