You can't ask me to explain the lyrics because I won't do it.

I've never been super confident about anything. The work is never as good as it could be.

What I really love is my scotch. It's the power, the power of positive drinking.

I shot a vein in my neck and coughed up a quaalude.

Nothing beats 2 guitars, drum and bass.

Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating, to not hear the beating, but only tears of perfect moan, only tears of perfect moan.

Life is like Sanskrit read to a pony.