You can bet everything will come to an end. It's going to be ugly and it's going to be a mess, and it's going to be something that somebody did in the name of God.

The devil, he's about this big. He had a red suit on and a widow's peak, and then a pointed tail, and like a sulfur reek. Yes, it was him alright, I swear.

Here's the way the licensing works ... If you write a song, nobody can record your song before you do without your permission. But, once the song is recorded, they can get what's called a 'compulsory license', and they can record the tune, but they have to pay you royalties.

I never set out to be weird. It was always other people who called me weird.

Nobody looks good bent over. Especially to pick up a check.

All that we got here is American made. It's a little bit cheesy, but it's nicely displayed.

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