I would not leave you in your times of trouble. We never could have come this far. I took the good times, I’ll take the bad times, I’ll take you just the way you are.
If you said good-bye to me tonight, There would still be music left to write.
A typical day in the life of a heavy metal musician consists of a round of golf and an AA meeting.
She can kill with her smile, she can wound with her eyes.
There’s a deep-seated paranoia that Americans have about not being Americans or something.
My songs are like my kids.
I never said I wasn’t going to play any more. I don’t know where that came from.
I’ve come to realize that life is not a musical comedy, it’s a Greek tragedy.
I can’t think of one person I’ve ever met who didn’t like some type of music.
I don’t want clever conversation, I never want to work that hard, I just want someone I can talk to, I want you just the way you are.
I could walk away from anyone I ever knew, but I can’t walk away from you.
What will it take for you to believe in me, the way that I believe in you?
This is the time to remember cause it will not last forever. These are the days to hold onto cause we won’t although we’ll want to.
Some people find it’s easier to hate.
I’m carrying the weight of all the useless junk and modern man accumulates.
I see the children with their boredom and their vacant stares.
Give us this day our daily discount merchandise.
You’ve got yoga, I’ve got beer. You got overpriced, I got weird.
You’ve given me the best of you, but now I need the rest of you.
So before we end and then begin, we’ll drink a toast to how it’s been. A few more hours to be complete, a few more nights on satin sheets. A few more times that I can say, that I’ve loved these days.