You know what I hate about rock? I hate tie-dyed tee shirts. I wouldn't wear a tie-dyed tee shirt unless it was dyed with the urine of Phil Collins and the blood of Jerry Garcia.

Before I die many will die with me and they'll deserve it. See you in Hell.

Maybe we can change some kid's life & stop him from becoming a welder or a sleazy lawyer.

I will get stoned and worship Satan.

I called Leo Fender, the dead guy, a dork. Now I'll never get an endorsement.

I would love to be erased from our association with Pearl Jam or the Nymphs and other first time offenders.

I just can't believe that anyone would start a band just to make the scene and be cool and have chicks. I just can't believe it.