People you hate will get their hooks into you, they’ll pull you down, you’ll frown, they’ll tar you and drag you through town, but you still don’t like to leave before the end of the movie…

If payback’s a bitch he’ll be in debt forever…

I know that things can really get rough, when you go it alone…

I’ve got to admit it’s getting better, a little better all the time…

Launch Party preparing for their first show, Hell’s Kitchen, Minneapolis, Minnesota

So hard times or easy times, what do I care, there’s nothing I’d change if I could.

I’m an educated fool with money on my mind, got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye…

Black bandana, sweet Louisiana, robbin’ on a bank in the state of Indiana…

Love and peace are eternal.

Waiting for my ship to come in. But now no joker, no jack, no king, can take this loser hand and make it win…

And I’m just the devil with love to spare…

Just one more time to tell you, you’re on my mind…

Lyin’ awake in a cold, cold sweat, am I overdrawn, am I going in debt?

Kid one with the tuba and kid two with the baritone, Eagan, Minnesota

I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad. I got sunshine, in a bag. I’m useless, but not for long. The future is coming on…

Greatest hits albums are for housewives and little girls…

In the lilt of Irish laughter you can hear the angels sing…

I’m just another zombie walking blindly through your ghost town…

How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that’s so cold?

She’s just the girl, just the girl, that you want…

Did I touch your hand and did it feel like snow?

…this little prince thinks a lot about U, see? Baby, baby, baby, I’m guilty in the first degree…

Don’t give me your claptrap, don’t give me your stinking words…

I was born son of Byford, brother of Al…

You’re filthy-cute and baby you know it…

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place, suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace, suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste…

…your head is under water, I doubt that U could hear me.

God bless the nation, obligation, altercation…

She sings along like Dad does, she knows all the words but leaves out the bad ones…

“That Shit Cray”

Take your economy car and your suitcase, take your psycho little dogs…

Oooh, baby, baby…

I don’t want your money, I don’t want your crown. See I’ve come to burn your kingdom down…

…trapped in these blues, ain’t where you belong…

Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing…

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Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive…

Connect, eject, and collect respect…

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Preach.

Just another zombie walking blindly through your ghost town…

Riding the outer ring of your own private Saturn, thoughts scattered all across the grey matter…

Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life…

Makelloser Mann, Makelloser Mann…

Monday’s just a bitch, Tuesday’s such a bother, Wednesday’s like watchin’ dead flowers grow…

Back to the wall, bat to the ball, back at the drawing board…

Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?

You say it’s your birthday. Well it’s my birthday too, yeah…

I’ve got a tight grip on reality, but I can’t let go of what’s part of me here…