No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks, when the teacher rings the bell, drop your books and run like hell

It's not like we did something wrong. We just burned down the church while the choir within sang religious songs.

I'm hidden in the scream when the virgin dies, I'm the ache in the belly when your baby cries, and I'm the burning sensation when the convict fries.

I'm not crazy about country-western music. But the lyrics are good. "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy" is pretty clever.

All sliced up and sealed tight in baggies. Guess love makes you do funny things.

The two most joyous times of the year are Christmas morning and the end of school.

Just because I cut the heads off dolls doesn't mean I hate babies, I just hate dolls.