I Find Words Really Hard.

I Was Walking Along And This Chair Came Flying Past Me, And Another, And Another, And I Thought, Man, Is This Gonna Be A Good Night.

I Don't Know What Any Of My Tunes Are About, They're Just Out There. I'm Not Good With Words. I Just Say The First Thing That Comes Into My Head

Discipline? I Don't Know The Meaning Of The Word.

I Live For Now, Not For What Happens After I Die. I'm Going To Hell, Not Heaven. The Devil Has All The Good Gear. What's God Got? The Inspiral Carpets And Nuns.

The Idea Of Sitting At Home, Not Making Music, Just Makes Me Want To Throw Up.