Some days I pray to the God of sex and drums and rock and roll.

I want you, I need you, but there ain't no way I'm EVER gonna love you. Now don't be sad, cause two out of three ain't bad.

You've been cold to me so long, I'm crying icicles instead of tears.

In The Land of the Pig, The Butcher Is King

Just ask anybody who is getting old - everything starts hurting. For me, it's my shoulders, thumbs, knees and feet.

I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout.

I was cold and you were fire, and I never knew how the pyre could be burning on the edge of an ice field.