Chained In A Cell, Got My Own

If Somebody Had Told Me That You Have A Choice Of Being A Rock Star Or Playing Left Field For The Tigers, There Would Not Have Been A Choice At All. I Would Have Said, 'where's My Locker?'

No More Mr. Nice Guy.

The Boy's Got Problems, The Boy's Got Stress, The Boy's Got A .38 Hidden In His Desk.

The Hippies Wanted Peace And Love. We Wanted Ferraris, Blondes And Switchblades.

How Old Are You? Sixteen? S-seventeen? [asks Security Guard] Is Seventeen Legal?