I'm drinking here break motor oil and Bombay gin, I'll sleep when I'm dead.

I'd like to go back to Paris someday and visit the Lourve museum, get a good running start, and hurl myself at the wall.

Can't you just imagine digging up the King, begging him to sing about those heavenly mansions Jesus mentioned.

I can saw a woman in two - but you won't want to look in the box when I'm through.

I got to be Jim Morrison a lot longer than he did.

I lay my head on the railroad track, waitin' on the Double E. But the train don't run by here no more, poor, poor, pitiful me.

Excitable boy, they all said, he killed and raped her and brought her home.