Who am I, why am I here? Forget the question, someone give me another beer.

The angels had guitars before they had wings.

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

I know the territory, I've been around. It'll all turn to dust, and we'll fall down, and sooner or later you'll be screwing around.

Rock n' Roll came from the slaves singing gospel in the fields. Their lives were hell and they used music to lift out of it, to take them away. That's what rock n' roll should do - take you to a better place.

A wasted youth is better by far than a wise and productive old age.

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.