God is a spa-bath of water and we are all individual bubbles

Would you respect me if I didn't have this gun? Cause without it, I don't get it, and that's why I carry one.

You can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been, it's all been a pack of lies.

That's the trouble with wishing you were somebody else. As much as you may want it, you know it'll never happen, at least not in this lifetime.

All I set out to do was to earn a living playing drums, you know? And as luck would have it, I've surpassed that.

I've spent the last year and a half going through a very public separation, hiding in hotel lobbies.

My only saving grace is that I actually collect things that nobody else is interested in.