I'd rather look good in my coffin than bad in my coffin.

Execution halts your breath, helter skelter spiral death.

I'll only retire in the day I should be dead and they have me buried, and some idiot spell over my casket some stupid gospel stuff.

Just another lonely broken hero picking up the pieces of my mind. Running out of faith and hope and reason, I'm running out of time.

Most guys my age are boring human beings. They sit in bars, get drunk, and then go home to tell their kids the way to rule their lives, while they're absolutely stewed out of their brains.

We're going off the rails on a crazy train.

Sabbath were a hippy band. We were into peace.