I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout.
When your name is on the marquee, you either get the glory or you get the hits.
Life is a lemon and I want my money back.
Everything is permitted, everything is allowed, and all our Gods we have outwitted, we are running with the crowd.
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.