There are five things to write songs about: I'm leaving you. You're leaving me. I want you. You don't want me. I believe in something. Five subjects, and 12 notes. For all that, we musicians do pretty well.

It's a petty thing, but I wouldn't join the Scouts when I was a kid, 'cause you had to swear allegiance to the queen. I'm just not a royalist. I think it's idiotic, a hereditary principle.

What do we care, if the world is a joke? We'll give it a big kiss, we'll give it a poke. Death wears a big hat cause he's a big bloke.

Really the only thing holding a lot of records together is the personality of the singer, and the will to write all of these different things.

Your mind is made up but your mouth is undone.

In the tiny torn up pieces of his mind he's irresistible too.

The long arm of the law slides up the outskirts of town.