I wrote these songs for a dying planet, I'm sorry, but I'm telling the truth.

Every Saturday we work in the yard, pick up the dog doo, hope that it's hard.

My Maserati does 185, I lost my license, now I don't drive.

The shackles and the chains, the violence and aggression, the pettiness and scorn, the jealousy and hatred, the tempest and discord.

I think the latest estimates were that we have about 250,000 millionaires and billionaires. President Obama wants to increase their taxes 13 percent.

With modern technology and science, you can't find one instance in which an abortion would be needed to save a woman's life. There is no such exception as life of the mother, and as far as health of the mother, same thing.

The song tells me what to play.