I make eighty million dollars to tell you things such as the following: Bind me in the stitches of our deepest motives, divine the richness of our sweetest moments. There. I've done my job. Eighty million dollars is twenty for each of us, or four mil for a record straight to my pocket. That’s four hundred grand a song, one hundred grand a verse, except for songs like “Endgame” which don’t even have any words.

I’m coming to the chorus, I’m coming to the chorus, I’m coming to the chorus, I’m coming to the chorus. That was the chorus.

I get five grand a word, Peter gets a hundred grand a chord, and Bill and Mike get paid for nothing because this is one of our mellow acoustic numbers. I don’t even have to rhyme. For that, I get paid overtime.