There is a guy on my block who lives for rock, he plays records day and night, and when he feels down he puts the rock and roll on and it makes him feel alright.

How was I conceived? Was it love, was I meant, or was I just an accident?

I close my eyes and feel the universe within me.

Put all the pervs in jail, bring back the birch and cat-o-nine tails.

I'm not cheap, you understand, I'm just a cut price person in a low budget land.

No one can penetrate me. They only see what's in their own fancy, always.

The Christians to the lions sold out every night.