You know how the press is: If I mention one mistake, that's the only thing that bothers me unless I mention all the other ones.

Lust comes creeping through the night to feed on hearts of suburban wives who learned to pretend when they met their dreams end.

It's stupid to expect perfection from bands because afterall they're just human beings.

Holding back is so close to stealing.

You are like a hurricane, there's calm in your eyes, and I'm getting blown away.

The money needed to run for office, the money spent on lobbying by special interests, the ever increasing economic disparity and the well-funded legislative decisions all favour corporate interests over the people's.

It was then I knew I'd had enough, Burned my credit card for fuel Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand With a one-way ticket to the land of truth And my suitcase in my hand