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.

There's a freeway running through the yard.

I have never been comfortable being the front man.

At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow.

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

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

Sometimes life, will get you down, break your heart, steal your crown.