Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear

All I have is this guitar, these chords and the truth.

There's not a platinum record hanging in my house anywhere. It doesn't exist here. I'm over it. They're all in the garage, wrapped up in bubblewrap.

The spirits, they intoxicate me. I watched them infiltrate my soul. They try to say it's too late for me. Once I was promised absolution, there's only one solution for my sins. And I blame this world, for making a good man evil. Now I ain't getting into heaven, if the devil has his way.

If you told me to cry for you I could If you told me to die for you I would Take a look at my face There's no price I won't pay To say these words to you

I want to own an NFL franchise. I understand the business of football.

If you're from New Jersey, let people make all those bad jokes about our state. Don't let anyone know how great it is here. It's the best kept secret.