Baker, baker, can you explain, if truly his heart was made of icing.

So the first job that I got - my father got it for me - he had his clerical collar on, was a gay bar in D.C., it was Mr. Henry's of Georgetown.

There's a sea secret in me / it's plain to see it is rising / but I must be flowing liquid diamonds / calling for my soul / at the corners of the world

When you stop putting yourself on the line, and you don't touch your own heart, how do you expect to touch other people?

What do you plan to do with all your freedom?

I've been raising up my hands drive another nail in just what God needs one more victim

Right now, half the world is depressed and they need to be entertained.