My mother was an amateur singer, my father was an amateur drunk.
The road to nowhere leads to me.
You've got to have something to retire to. Something you always wanted to do but your job prevented it.
Hating people isnโt a productive way of living. So whatโs the point in hating anyone? Thereโs enough hate in the world as it is, without me adding to it.
Execution halts your breath, helter skelter spiral death.
There is something f-king unbelievable about seeing all of the fans go crazy and chanting 'Ozzy!' I would pay to see them.