Be excellent to each other and … party on, dudes!
That rabbit’s dynamite!
Look at the bones!
She beautiful, she’s rich, she’s got huge … tracts of land.
It’s too perilous.
Get on with it!
And bear unmoved the wrongs of base mankind, the last, and hardest, conquest of the mind
How can I blame you when it’s me I can’t forgive?
“To see if there’s a pub.”
Reason is the stout resistance, the flickering lamp in the darkness, the perpetual underdog, the stoic connoisseur of defeat, the loser that dusts itself off and fights another day.
If I am lame, that stain my natal hour by fate imposed; such me my parent bore.
When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am
I knocked on every door down every dead end street looking for forgiveness and what’s left to believe
An anthem I suppose