If I spray it on the seat, lady gonna tie a big knot in the meat.

Chained in a cell, got my own private hell. Preacher crucifies me, warden wants to fry me.

If it's total freedom, I guess the ultimate thing you can go into is total silence between the audience and performer, with the performer projecting something he doesn't even have to play.

We cheated on our math tests, we carved some dirty words on the desk.

She gets a hundred for her body and a nickel for her soul.

When you touch me there, honey, makes my blood perspire, you got my body flaming like a California fire. Pulsing, pounding, pushing no longer in control, heatwave in my brain, smolder in my soul.

We like reactions - a reaction is walking out on us, a reaction is throwing tomatoes at the stage, that's a healthy psychological reaction.