Dear Pope, send me some hope or a rope.

In the late '70s I started to search for the perfect sound - whatever that might be, before that I was mainly interested in drugs, insanity and the rock'n'roll lifestyle.

Does anyone need yet another politician caught with his pants down and money sticking in his hole?

It's the music that kept us all intact, kept us from going crazy.

That's why I survived because I still believe I've got something to say.

I like mindless disco... they say the lyrics are stupid and repetitious. So what's wrong with that? So is lying in the sun. Not everything has to be serious.

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.