City people live the city. We live in L.A., New York, we live in places where it's chaotic and you never know what's gonna happen. And that's the music - you never know what's gonna happen.

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

Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll is easy. True christianity…that's rebellion.

You ain't no Hepburn and I ain't no Fonda, but if you were drowning in Golden Ponda, mouth to mouth I'd resuscitate you.

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

It's a big flash of all these things and whatever you take out of that statement's one statement, one mind, one statement, one act, one show, and all the songs are one.

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