Draft Beer, Not People.

I've Never Been Able To Understand The Seriousness Of It All, The Seriousness Of Pride. People Talk, Act, Live As If They're Never Going To Die. And What Do They Leave Behind? Nothing. Nothing But A Mask.

You'll Find God In The Church Of Your Choice, You'll Find Woody Guthrie In The Brooklyn State Hospital.

You Swore You'd Never Compromise With The Mystery Tramp, But Now You Realise He's Not Selling Any Alibis As You Stare Into The Vacuum Of His Eyes And Say, Do You Want To Make A Deal How Does It Feel

Too Much Information About Nothing.

I Hurt Easy, I Just Don't Show It. You Can Hurt Someone And Not Even Know It.