Stick a needle in your arm, you bite the dust, you buy the farm.

I'm eighteen, and I don't know what I want.

While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave, I have other uses for you, darling. I love the dead.

Do you feel your best when your strung out on your morphine and meth?

She wears high tech Devo suit, she changed her name to Xerox, she hides quaaludes in her boots.

There's a little Spinal Tap in all of us.

I came into this life, looked all around. I saw just what I liked and took what I found.