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.'

When the other man has none, you don't need a gun.

We want flesh, flesh for fantasy.

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

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

Such a human waste, your eyes without a face.

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