You may write me down in history With your bitter twisted lies You may trod me down in the very dirt And still like the dust I'll rise. - Ben Harper

My band is the best band in the world, period. So, I insist on every song being better then it is on the record. So by the end of the tour, we have to be playing the song better then how it’s recorded.

Now that you've grown up
You can finally learn to be a child
We made it to the end of the world
But we'll never make it out alive.

The very thing that drives you, can drive you insane
Got a head full of thought crimes and a number with no name
Got an eleventh hour Jesus and a mouth full of blame
A casket lined with silver dollars and a number with no name.