Lie To Me, I Promise To Believe.

I Look At My Hands And Go, 'hmm...what Happened? Whose Hands Are Those? Oh My God, They're Mine'

I'm Not Dead. I Mean, I May Be Getting Older, But I'm Not Dead!

God, I Felt Like Hell Tonight, Tears Of Rage I Cannot Fight.

Don't The Wounded Bird Still Sing?

Bring You Comics In Bed, Scrape The Mold Off The Bread, And Serve You French Toast Again. Okay, I Still Get Stoned.