If the father is not straight naider will be the son.

Tonight's the night. It's gonna be alright.

What I do now is all my dad's fault, because he bought me a guitar as a boy, for no apparent reason.

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on sugar let me know.

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'm just delighted that this woman I love can be a mum again.

I'll sing over some chords, searching, what does [the music] conjure up, where's the melody taking you? I deliberate over the lyrics, I really do. I'll come up with one line in a day, and then it might be a couple of days before I come up with the rhyming line. It's never been easy for me.