I Could Sell Used Battery Acid And

My Parents Never Had Any Money. It Was Cash Flow. It Flows, And You Got Your Fingers In It For A Little While, And It Flows Away. That's All I Know About Money. And I Don't Know, It Flows And It's A River, But You Can Never, Ever Keep It. As An Artist, I Can't Keep It. But Hey, A Man Who Dies With A Cent In The Bank Is A Foolish Man. So I Guess I'm Going Against The Conservators. I'm A Spendthrift.

Everyone Fears The Cut Of The Blade. It Doesn't Matter After That. I Know The Spirit Survives As There Is So Much Evidence Of The Survival Of The Personality In The Afterlife.

Well, The Common Enemy In North America Is The Western Consumer. The Consumer Has Driven Oil Up To $50 A Barrel So We Have To Have These Wars. I Think It's Incumbent Upon Us To.

My Whole Thing Is To Entertain, Make People Laugh And To Forget About The Real World For Awhile.

I Have This Kind Of Mild Nice-guy Exterior, But Inside My Heart Is Like A Steel Trap.