Some days I pray to the God of sex and drums and rock and roll.
You've been cold to me so long, I'm crying icicles instead of tears.
My life's far too complicated to be summed up in one song. It would take 20 just to represent one single day.
Just ask anybody who is getting old - everything starts hurting. For me, it's my shoulders, thumbs, knees and feet.
If the thrill is gone, it's time to take it back.
There was a band in Australia named Midnight Oil, and they were a very, very political, and they literally hit you over the head with a hammer. U2 sometimes can hit you over the head with a rubber hammer.