“Now its raining its pouringthe old man is snoringnow I lay me down to sleepI hear the sirens in the streetall my dreams are made of chromeI have no way to get back homeI’d rather die before I wakelike Marilyn Monroeand throw my dreams out inthe street and therain make ‘em grow”
“Well, it's either kiss me or kill me, that's how I see it.”
“Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,I drunk me a river since youtore me apart”
“The piano has been drinking, not me.”
“I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.”
“Let me fall out of the window/With confetti in my hair”