Some maniac butcher is trying to hack away your balls.

I always tell people, 'Everything you’ve heard about Alice Cooper , you can believe maybe 40 percent of it. Everything you’ve ever heard about Keith Moon is true - and you’ve only heard 10 percent of it.'

Give me lace and whiskey, Mama's own remedy.

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins) I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in) I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

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

Some maniac butcher is trying to hack away your balls.

Old enough to be drafted but not old enough to vote.