What about your school? It's defective, it's a pack of useless lies.
Just ask anybody who is getting old - everything starts hurting. For me, it's my shoulders, thumbs, knees and feet.
There's no explanation for success. Success just comes out of life.
When your name is on the marquee, you either get the glory or you get the hits.
My life's far too complicated to be summed up in one song. It would take 20 just to represent one single day.
Who am I, why am I here? Forget the question, someone give me another beer.