There's nobody I look up to, really.
Should I string her up or strangle her in bed, suffocate that venomous head? Or perhaps I'll just whip her to death. Listen, do me a favor, kill my wife.
I always thought I was so fit.
Whatever road you choose, I'm right behind you win or lose.
Find myself a rock and roll band, that needs a helping hand.
Even the President needs passion.