“So, tell me what my fists keep writing, my fingers, they open up like gates when I write...”

“You make me feel like honey and trombones. You make me feel like honey and trombones.”

“Cussing doesn’t come from a lack of vocabulary – I know all the other words. None of them speak the same language that my fucking heart does.”

“You make me feel like honey and trombones.”

“I want to feel like honey and trombones. I want to feel like honey and trombones”

“Will it make me something? Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes, already am, always was, and I still have time to be”

“Rock out like you get paid to disturb the peace”