My hair used to be real long, and my parents were encouraged when I cut it. They thought I was going 'straight,' but I was just getting weirder - at least in their eyes. I was getting into the punk thing.

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

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

I don't think punk ever really dies, because punk rock attitude can never die.

If I only had the chance, I'd ask one to dance, and I'd be dancing with myself.

It doesn't matter about money; having it, not having it. Or having clothes, or not having them. You're still left alone with yourself in the end.

When I started out, everyone seemed to be adopting these names... Johnny Rotten, Sid Vicious. I wasn't really Rotten or Vicious or Nasty, so I wanted something a bit more funny - yet something that seemed real rock 'n' roll... something that acknowledged my ambition.