I never told the truth so i can never tell a lie.

The average person spends two weeks over their lifetime waiting for the traffic light to change.

Now its raining its pouring the old man is snoring now I lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in the street all my dreams are made of chrome I have no way to get back home I’d rather die before I wake like Marilyn Monroe and throw my dreams out in the street and the rain make ‘em grow

Well it's hotter 'n blazes and all the long faces / there'll be no oasis for a dry local grazier

They say that I have no hits and that I'm difficult to work with. And they say that like it's a bad thing.

Misery is the River of the World

Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at.