I remember things being more clearer, at one time things were more real.

I'm not exactly a guy who makes new friends easily.

Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some. Tell me, why you want to lay there, revel in your abandon?

We could move catalog, if he'd only die quicker.

If you don't run, you rust.

I don't believe in censorship, but I do believe that an artist has to take some moral responsibility for what he or she is putting out there.

Good loving is hard to find, you got lucky babe, when I found you.