A child of broken mind, the fear that I hide behind.
Let me explain something to you - you have not been standing in front of thirty thousand decibals for thirty-five years - write me a note!
I'm not a musician - I'm a ham.
There are no unlockable doors.
I have no faith in my ability to judge things.
The rest of the guys in Sabbath became boring old farts, and there I was, this crazy guy, still into wrecking hotel rooms and having parties.