It'll Be Nice To Know That Every

My Son Ain't Going To Be Miserable Because He's Going To Be The Child Of A Rock Star, The End.

When We Started Off, We Wanted The Girls, The Cocaine, The Fur Coats. It Wasn't Like It Was An Act; It Was Almost Like Working-class People Winning The Pools. We Went Bananas.

We Dragged English Guitar Music Out Of The Gutter.

I'll Have My Way, In My Own Time, I'll Have My Say, My Star Will Shine...

We Like Annoying People. It's A Manchester Thing. It's A Trait. We Just Like Pissing People Off.