Maybe I'm damned if I do, but with every other beat I got left in my heart, you know I'd rather be damned with you.

Some days I pray to the God of sex and drums and rock and roll.

Everything is permitted, everything is allowed, and all our Gods we have outwitted, we are running with the crowd.

There ain't no Coupe Deville hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jacks box.

I never fit in. I am a true alternative. And I love being the outcast. That's my role in life, to be an outcast.

Maybe I'm damned if I do, but with every other beat I got left in my heart, you know I'd rather be damned with you.

You've been cold to me so long, I'm crying icicles instead of tears.