May The Dreams Of Your Past Be

Well I Stand Up Next To A Mountain, And I Chop It Down With The Edge Of My Hand

We Gotta Stop Smokin', Stop, Stop. I Mean Cigarette Smoking.

Once You're Dead, You're Made For Life.

It's Up To The People. If They Really Want To Keep It Going, They'll Keep It Going... They'll Appreciate The Music.

The Time I Burned My Guitar It Was Like A Sacrifice. You Sacrifice The Things You Love. I Love My Guitar.