I'm Tearing Down Route 80 East, The

It Always Bothers Me To See People Writing Rip When A Person Dies. It Just Feels So Insincere And Like A Cop Out. To Me, Rip Is The Microwave Dinner Of Posthumous Honours.

I Shot A Vein In My Neck And Coughed Up A Quaalude.

Teach Them About Anger, The Sin That Comes With Dawning. Teach Them About Flowers, And The Beauty Of Forgiveness.

My God Is Rock'n'roll.

You're Going To Reap Just What You Sow