And the things you can’t remember tell the things you can forget, that history puts a saint in every dream.
I don't have a drinking problem ‘cept when I can't get a drink.
Your veal cutlet gets up off the plate, It walks down to end of the counter and beat the shit out of my cup of coffee. I guess the coffee just wasn't strong enough to defend itself.
I'm so goddamn horny, the crack of dawn better be careful around me!
How do the angels get to sleep / When the Devil leaves his porch light on?
I know a place where a royal flush can never beat a pair, and even Thomas Jefferson is On The Nickel over there.
Don't you know there ain't no devil, there's just God when he's drunk.
And sometime around 2 AM you end up taking advantage of yourself. Ain't no way around that. Making a scene with a magazine.
If I exorcise my devils, well, my angels may leave too.