I got this feeling I'm gonna die before I get old. I don't know why. I just have this feeling.

I just cash in on the fact that I'm good looking, and I've got a nice figure and girls like me.

We had a death pact, and I have to keep my half of the bargain. Please bury me next to my baby in my leather jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots. Goodbye.

The band broke up because I couldn't bear Rotten anymore because he was an embarrassment with his silly hats and his, like, shabby, dirty, nasty looking appearance.

You're only half the man that I am, and I have half the brain that you do.

Today everything's a conflict of interest.

I was the only guy with any bit of anarchy left.