Your empty eyes seem to pass me by and leave me dancing with myself.

They wouldn't play my records on American radio because I had spiky hair. They said, 'Punk rock doesn't sell advertising, it won't make any money.'

I don't care what stage or what reason, as long as we're playing.

The world goes on, you go on and you change. You want to show the fans those changes, and you want to be able to verbalize them.

I'm not trying to hide from my past. I want to roll in it. Like a dog, rolling in feces, I'm rolling in the feces of my greatest hits - that's a bit of a wild way of looking at it, but I am a man, and we do like rolling in our own feces at times.

I love it when someone insults me. That means that I don't have to be nice anymore.

Let's sink another drink, cause it will give me time to think.