You Only Beat Me If You Get

I'm In A New York State Of Mind

You May Be Right, I May Be Crazy, But It Just Might Be A Lunatic You're Looking For

We Might Be Laughing A Bit Too Loud, But That Never Hurt No One

So You Play Your Albums And You Smoke Your Pot And You Meet Your Girlfriend In The Parking Lot Oh, But Still You're Aching For The Things You Haven't Got, What Went Wrong? And If You Can't Understand Why Your World Is So Dead And Why You've Got To Keep In Style And Feed Your Head Well, You're Twenty One And Still You Mother Makes Your Bed And That's Too Long.

I Look In The Mirror And Think, 'i Don't Look Like A Rock Star.' I Talked About This With Bono And We Looked At Each Other And Decided We Look Like A Pair Of Bricklayers.