Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.

We're drinking and we're dancing but there's nothing really happening. The place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night.

But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that time cannot decay, I'm junk but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.'

If you're squeezed for information, that's when you've got to play it dumb: You just say you're out there waiting for the miracle to come.

Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light.

Forgiveness means giving up all hope for a better past.

If you're listening to this song You may think the chords are going wrong But they're not We just wrote it like that