Songwriters write songs, but they really belong to the listener.

Back to my childhood where those monsters reside. They snack on innocence and dine on self esteem.

You know Death will get you in the end, but if you are smart and have a sense of humor, you can thumb your nose at it for awhile

If it doesn't work out there will never be any doubt that the pleasure was worth all the pain.

If there’s a heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached.

There's damsels in distress out there, and we got all this beer.

I got my hush puppies on. I guess I never was made meant for glitter rock and roll.