Only The Good Die Young.

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.

She Can Kill With A Smile. She Can Wound With Her Eyes. She Can Ruin Your Faith With Her Casual Lies. And She Only Reveals What She Wants You To See. She Hides Like A Child, But She's Always A Woman To Me.

Do What's Good For You Or You're Not Good For Anybody

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.

Don't Make Music For Some Vast, Unseen Audience Or Market Or Ratings Share Or Even For Something As Tangible As Money. Though It's Crucial To Make A Living, That Shouldn't Be Your Inspiration. Do It For Yourself.