So I started out for God knows where. I guess I'll know when I get there.

There was no use pretending, no magic left to hear, all the music gave me was a craving for lite beer.

Whatever you're looking for, don't come around here no more.

When you kill somebody's little sister with a missile, he's going to hate you forever. And the next generation will hate you even more.

I think to be successful you have to work really hard but you also have to have a little bit of luck.

He don't wanna change, what don't need to change.

Gonna wind it up on my guitar. Gonna make that silver sing.