We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to now. And tried to reach beyond the emptiness, but neither one knew how.
The radio is blastin', someone's knockin' at the door. I'm lookin' at my girlfriend, she's passed out on the floor.
Valium would have helped that bash.
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.
If you don't start drinking, I'm gonna leave.
If you've got bad news, you want to kick them blues, cocaine.
I'm glad I've given up drugs and alcohol. It would be awful to be like Keith Richards. He's pathetic. It's like a monkey with arthritis, trying to go onstage and look young.
Coffee in the morning, cocaine afternoons.
Come on boys, you must listen unto me, lay off the whiskey and let that cocaine be.
Coming into Los Angeles, bringing in a couple of keys. Don't touch my bags, if you please Mr. Customs man.
Crackling Rosie make me smile. God, if it lasts for an hour that's alright, to set the world right. Find us a dream that don't ask no questions.
Do you feel your best when your strung out on your morphine and meth?
Drunk all the time, feeling fine on elderberry wine.
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty, been drinking liquor out of Mama's titty.
Every junkie is like a setting sun.
Ten thousand million nightmares, temptation by the score, I used to get so high, and still I wanted more. You think my time is wasted in search of who I am, I tried so hard to kill the boy inside the man.
The first time I lose I drink whiskey, second time I lose I drink gin. Third time I lose I drink anything 'cause I think I'm gonna win.
The poison came in liquid, she was naked all the time.
The turn I made was not the one I planned. And I watched my social standing slip away from me, while I watched the bottle slowly take command.
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee, we don't take trips on LSD. We don't burn our draft cards down on Main Street, we like living right and free.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville, searching for my lost shaker of salt.
We call for the three great stimulants of the exhausted ones, artifice, brutality, and innocence.
I'm a living, breathing example of someone who does the same exact thing, but drugs and alcohol just aren't a part of who I am.
When people ask me about drugs and alcohol, I say "Yeah, I went to rehab, I went to a mental hospital, I've been to jail." The main lesson you can learn is do drugs and alcohol when you are in a good mood, not when you are in a bad mood, and find balance in anything you do.
Think I'll roll another number for the road
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