My guitar wants to kill your mama.

Left me here to cry alone with a bottle of juice and pork chop bone.

I think love lyrics have contributed to the general aura of bad mental health in America.

Ever try to have a conversation with someone on drugs? It just doesn't work.

All the good music has already been written by people with wigs and stuff...Basically what people want to hear is: I love you, you love me, the leaves turn brown, they fell off the trees, the wind is blowing, it got cold, you went away, my heart broke, you came back, and my heart was okay...Modern music is people who can't think signing artists who can't write songs to make records for people who can't hear. Most people wouldn't know good music if it came up and bit them on the ass...If lyrics make people do things, how come we don't love each other?

Journalism is kind of scary and of it we should be wary.

My balls feel like a pair of maracas.