Life is like Sanskrit read to a pony.

Honey, I'm a cocksucker, what are you?

The baby sits in front of MTV watching violent fantasies, while Dad guzzles beer with his favorite sport only to find his heroes all coked up.

Don't the people you're around shape the music, is that what you're saying? Everything does.

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

I don't think anybody is anybody else's moral compass. Maybe listening to my music is not the best idea if you live a very constricted life. Or maybe it is.

Things always seem to end before they start