She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.
You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.
Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view.
Did you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real?
Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.