My dad was one of the reasons I got into rock and roll, because I was learning the ropes of his business, which was selling powertools, and I was looking for a way out from under his heel. I was like, 'Where's the fun? Where's the glamour?

I'm not talking with an American accent. I haven't gone off and become Sammy Hagar.

Such a human waste, your eyes without a face.

We want flesh, flesh for fantasy.

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

Elvis a fight the dying light, Johnny Ray he's always crying.

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.