Now listen to this...
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat.
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language,
Reaching your hand with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger.

Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god,
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night.
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars,

Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.

и на мен последното ми е едно от любимите...

Когато пия, започвам да мисля.
Когато мисля, започвам да пия.