I'm not the kind of cat that's going to cut off an ear if I can't do something.

I like Fidel Castro and his beard.

I'm in love with my second cousin.

I've been sitting down studying the Art of Love. I think it will fit me like a glove.

I'm looking for a woman who's head is mixed up like mine.

You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes.