I Think About Being Married Again, Having

Who You Gonna Believe-me Or Your Lying Eyes?

What I Never Understand About A Hangover Is, Where Does The Breath Come From? You Know What I Mean? I Mean, Is Someone Shitting In Your Mouth?

I Just Don't Want To Die Alone, That's All. That's Not Too Much To Ask For, Is It It Would Be Nice To Have Someone Care About Me, For Who I Am, Not About My Wallet.

When I Was In Africa, This Voice Came To Me And Said, "richard, What Do You See?" I Said, "i See All Types Of People." The Voice Said, "but Do You See Any Niggers?" I Said, "no." It Said, "do You Know Why? 'cause There Aren't Any."

I Wanna Grow Up And Be A Critic.