My heart is a weatherballoon caught in an updraft of a chinese tax percentage, the tax percentages are unequivocaaaaaaaaaal, Unequivocaaaaaaaaal. This is the sort of lyrics you could never think of, loser. Here's a razorblade go cut yourself

I don't even have children, it's just been an excuse to play jenga and hit softballs in my backyard with a box of laundry detergant wearing baby clothes.

I didn't ask to be Thom Yorke. Thom Yorke asked to be me.

I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.

It's God's will that millions of people are gonna die this year because of some outmoded economic policies? No, it's not!

I've been working hard on a new song, it's titled "Frozen Piggy Pudding". It's about how the government is full of pigs who eat pudding all day. Oh look a frisbee, allo' govna.

You think I have the responsibilty... I have the responsibility to give the fans a good time!