In the honey time of youth, when the wind had sweet breath. When the rent was way down, I would haul for no man…

…in the city it’s a pity ’cause we just can’t hide. Tinted windows don’t mean nothin’, they know who’s inside…

Big bright moon over old St. Paul. Heart and bones. I met you when the apples fell. Heart and bones…

Update: Microsoft confirms all of Satya’s apes are gone.

Well, I ain’t on the left. And I ain’t on the right. I ain’t even sure, I got a dog in this fight…

The wind blew some luck in my direction. I caught it in my hands today…

I’ve never grown old before. I’m doing it for the first time, and I’m not sure that I’ll do it right…

Just remember that you’re standing on a planet that’s evolving, and revolving at nine hundred miles an hour…

I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where’s the Tylenol?

Why then the world’s mine oyster, which I with sword will open…

Stay for just a while. Stay and let me look at you. It’s been so long, I hardly knew you…

…no longer will those old double standards be accepted by the women of today. So when you think you’re foolin’ her, she just might be foolin’ you. Remember if you can do it, she can too…

I’m a pig meat man. I like bacon and ham, with toast and jam…

Every night when the sun goes down. Just another lonely boy in town. And she’s out runnin’ ’round…

I say do whatever we want. Wear lingerie to a restaurant. Police ain’t got no gun. You don’t have to run…

Don’t try to give her that worn out excuse about being tired and working late…

My brothers’ lives were different, for they heard another call. One went to Chicago and the other to Saint Paul…

Yeah, I’m so damn grateful. I grew up really wanting gold fronts, but that’s what you get when Wu-Tang raised you…

Now, when your hands get dirty, nobody knows you at all. Don’t have a window to slip out of. Lights on, nobody home…

Yo VIP, let’s kick it…

I need a cigarette. Those fuckers talked over my whole set. But I don’t have any time to reflect, I gotta sell some shirts to try and make the rent…

The fans get up and they get out of town. The arena is empty, except for one man. Still driving and striving as fast as he can…

Can’t stop what’s coming, can’t stop what is on its way…