You only beat me if you get me to hate.
I always hated my hair, so now it’s going away.
Like a boxer in a title fight, you have to walk in that ring alone.
I don’t want some pretty face to tell me pretty lies, all I want is someone to believe.
I’m a cosmopolitan sophisticate of culture and intelligence. The culmination of technology and civilized experience.
Rock and roll just used to be for kicks, now a days it’s politics.
Following a code of silence, you’re never gonna lose the anger.
Remember how I found you there alone in your electric chair, I told you dirty jokes until you smiled.
They say there’s a heaven for those who wait, some say it’s better I say it ain’t.
I’ve passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage. I found that just surviving was a noble fight.
Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania.
In hell there’s a big hotel where the bar just closed and the windows never opened. No phone so you can’t call home, and the TV works, but the clicker is broken.
Why don’t the Beatles get back together? Why don’t nobody sing of romance?
Davey Crocket, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland.
Call you up in the middle of the night. It’s awful hard trying to make love long distance, but I really need stimulation.
Some love is just a lie of the heart, the cold remains of what began with a passionate heart.
Call me a joker, call me a fool, right at this moment I’m totally cool.
Where have you been hanging out lately honey? You can’t dress trashy ’til you spend a lot of money.
We drown our doubts in dry champagne and soothe our souls with fine cocaine. I don’t know why I even care, we get so high and get nowhere.
We passed the hash pipe and played our Doors tapes.