Ram it up your poop chute.

I am the slime oozing out from your TV set. You will obey me while I lead you, and eat the garbage while I feed you.

So much gets lost in the translation. Even if you sat there listening to it with a microscope, there's no way you're gonna find out what it means.

Don't mind your make-up, you'd better make your mind up.

The language and concepts contained herein are guaranteed not to cause eternal torment in the place where the guy with the horns and pointed stick conducts his business

Jazz isn't dead. It just smells funny.

Music is always a commentary on society.