I'm Not Working-class: I Come From The

When Did I Realize I Was God? Well, I Was Praying And I Suddenly Realized I Was Talking To Myself.

I Will Not Be An Ordinary Man, Because I Have A Right To Be Extraordinary.

There May Be Honor Among Thieves, But There's None In Politicians.

Not Everyone Can Become A Great Artist; But A Great Artist *can* Come From *anywhere*.

People're Artists They're Doing Something, Taking A Hunk Of Chaps, Giving It Some Order, Some Form, And Presenting It Saying Here Is My Little Song And Dance, My Chaos.