You've been cold to me so long, I'm crying icicles instead of tears.
You know, people think I named myself Meat Loaf, even though I didn't. And they think anyone who would name himself Meat Loaf couldn't have an IQ higher than four.
Some days I pray to the God of sex and drums and rock and roll.
Nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole.
My life's far too complicated to be summed up in one song. It would take 20 just to represent one single day.
When your name is on the marquee, you either get the glory or you get the hits.