They sell us the President the same way they sell us our clothes and cars.

Oh Lord, are there really people starving still?

People look around you, the signs are everywhere. You've left it for somebody other than you to be the one who to care.

And my dad wanted me to play the trumpet because that's what he liked. His idol was Louis Armstrong. My dad thought my teeth came together in a way that was perfect for playing the trumpet.

And while the future's there for anyone to change, still you know it's seems, It would be easier sometimes to change the past.

I started playing the trumpet when I was about eight.

Coffee in the morning, cocaine afternoons.