Dogs smoke in France.

The first question that comes out of everybody's mouth, 'Did you bite the head off a bat?' And I did, so, next.

Conceived in anger, addicted to hate, the mutant child of a twisted state.

Condemned to violence, arrested by pain. Inside the soul lies a man insane.

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.

Tell me I'm a sinner I got news for you I spoke to God this morning and he don't like you! Don't you try and teach me no original sin; I don't need your pity for the shape I'm in

Every shopaholic needs an accomplice.