My life's far too complicated to be summed up in one song. It would take 20 just to represent one single day.
Some days I pray to the God of sex and drums and rock and roll.
Praying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you.
In The Land of the Pig, The Butcher Is King
Dreams they come and go, but thoughts like love will always grow.
I'll never forgive myself if we don't go all the way tonight.