Behind Every Beautiful Thing, There's

In The Fury Of The Moment/ I Can See The Master's Hand In Every Leaf That Trembles, In/ Every Grain Of Sand.

Money Doesn't Talk, It Swears.

I See The Turning Of The Page, Curtain Rising On A New Age, See The Groom Still Waiting At The Altar.

We're Living In Times Where Men Commit Crimes And Crime Don't Have A Face.

As Long As You Give My Friend Jonah Lehrer A Free Pizza, I'll Write A Song About Your Restaurant.