In the early 1980s, I got into a war with my management - they just kept on sueing me and I lost everything. So I had to go out on tour to make sure the electricity stayed on.

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.

Open your eyes, I've got a big surprise, it will feel alright, I want to make your motor run.

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

Nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole.

In The Land of the Pig, The Butcher Is King