There's a place on my arm where I've written her name next to mine.

I'd rather have a free bottle in front of me than a prefrontal lobotomy.

...and I'm standing on the corner of Fifth and Vermouth.

I walked 500 miles just to see a halo, when I opened my eyes I was blind as can be.

I'll be clickin' by your house about two forty-five, Sidewalk Sundae Strawberry Surprise.

It's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace, and a wound that will never heal. No prima donna, the perfume is on an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey. Goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen flame keepers and goodnight, Matilda, too.

Bill Hicks - blowtorch, excavator, truthsayer, and brain specialist. He will correct your vision. Others will drive on the road he built.