I don’t care what you think unless it is about me.
I don’t care what you think unless it is about me.
I don’t know what I’m hungry for – I don’t know what I want anymore.
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, sounds caress my ear.
Break on through to the other side.
I want to live on an abstract plain.
It’s the sound of science.
How you gonna top yourself when there is nobody else?
Sound system gonna bring me back up, yeah, one thing that I can depend on.
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus.
Because the world is round, it turns me on because the world is round.
The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy.
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine, I would shiver the whole night through.
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.
We can get down.
All the lonely people – where do they all come from?
This is not a show.
I’m not here, this isn’t happening.
I got time on my hands.
Said it once before but it bears repeating now.
I got my head done, when I was young.
You think that you can front when revelation comes?
Many times I’ve lied, many times I’ve listened. Many times I’ve gazed along the open road.
One more day to complain my servant. One more doubt here to find a servant.
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts – two turntables and a microphone.
Welcome to the jungle.
And what do we learn? To kill better.
I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies and hypotheses can’t define how I be droppin’ these mockeries.
What goes on in your heart? What goes on in your mind?
Yo soy un pistelero, I’m not shaking in my boots.
I’m gonna give you my love, I’m gonna give you my love.
But if I work all day on the blue sky mine, there’ll be food on the table tonight.
This is a call to all my past resignations. This is a call to all.
Everybody’s got something to hide, except me and the monkey.
This is beginning to hurt – this is beginning to be serious.
We are Sex Bob-omb.
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light? Or just another lost angel, city of night.
One, two, what’s in the stew? Three, four, no one’s really sure.
I’ll wait in Los Angeles – I’ll wait in the pouring sun.
Let’s push things forward.
Someday when we’re dreaming – deep in love, not a lot to say – then we will remember things we said today.
No sleep ‘till Brooklyn.
Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side.
Don’t fall on me.
Fred’s got slacks on the boulevard.
Soy un perdedor.
I’m gonna fight ’em off – a seven nation army couldn’t hold me back.
Today is the greatest day I’ve ever known.
The band was so hot, my beer got warm.
You got a head – a see-through head.
I believe in yesterday.