The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.
He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.
She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.