I See The Winos Talking To Themselves

We Drown Our Doubts In Dry Champagne And Soothe Our Souls With Fine Cocaine. I Don't Know Why I Even Care, We Get So High And Get Nowhere.

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.

Some People Find It's Easier To Hate.

People Always Think I Was Just Playing In A Piano Bar, But I Only Did That For About Six Months. The Rest Of The Time I Was Playing In Bands.

You Look So Polished From Your Hair Down To Your Toes, But Still Your Finger's Gonna Pick Your Nose.