Sundays Kill More People Than Bombs.

She Knew What She Wanted And It Wasn't / Me. / I Know More Women Like That Than Any / Other Kind.

Stay With The Beer. Beer Is Continuous Blood. A Continuous Lover.

I Walked Around The Block Twice, Passed 200 People And Failed To See A Human Being.

I Am For The Small Man Who Has Not Forgotten, For The Man Who Loves His Beer And His Women And His Sunlight

I Was Their Bar Freak, They Needed Me To Make Themselves Feel Better. Just Like, At Times, I Needed That Graveyard.