“Lord bring on the night;
Wrap it all around me;
Let it hold me tight;
Soak up all that I bleed.”
“A wise man told me there’s something you should know;
The way you judge a man is to look into his soul
And you’ll soon see everything.
A voice from the past cried ‘Give peace a chance!’
He paid out a price, now he’s free at last
And imagine, we all called him a dreamer.
How many times must good men die?
How many tears will the children cry?
Before someone stops the sadness, oh stop the madness.”
“No matter how much we profile and harass and ban music, some vacant stranger out there, raised on guns, raised on hate, mind f*cked by pedophile relatives, molested by overused narcotics, smothered by successful siblings and the pressure to be perfect, will find a way to be pop star for a day and we’ll tune in and watch every time.”
Taken from his Spoken Word series.
“I was sitting in my room thinking about everything;
Then again, I was thinking about nothing;
And my mom came in and she called my name;
I didn’t know she was there and she started screaming, “Mike, Mike!”
I asked, “What’s the matter Mom?”
She asked “What’s the matter with you?”
And I said, I’m okay, I’m just thinking.”
She said, “Don’t tell me that, you’re on drugs.”
“No, I’m okay mom, I just thinking, why don’t you get me a Pepsi?”
She said, “No, you’re on drugs!”
“I’m not on drugs, I was just thinking.”
“No, you’re not thinking, you’re on drugs! Normal people don’t argue that way!”
“Mom, will you get me a Pepsi, please?”
All I wanted was a Pepsi and she wouldn’t give it to me;
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi and she wouldn’t give it to me;
Just a Pepsi.”
“If you think I’ll sit around as the world goes by;
You’re thinking like a fool bause it’s a case of do or die;
Out there is a fortune waiting to be had;
If you think I’ll let you go, you’re mad;
You got another thing comin,’ you got another thing comin.'”
Dedicated to Judas Priest guitarist Glenn Tipton, who was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease this week.
“I’ll keep my mouth shut, nothing else I can do;
At the rate you’re goin,’ baby, pretty soon;
The whole world’s gonna know, the whole world’s gonna know;
What you’ve done to me.”
In memory of former Mr Big drummer Pat Torpey who sadly passed away last week from Parkinson’s disease. R.I.P. Pat
He’s your life’s mistake. All you’re looking for is an even break;
He lies right at you, you know you hate this game;
He slaps you once in awhile and you live and love the pain.
She cries alone at night most often, he smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all;
Only women bleed.”