Once The Rockets Are Up, Who Cares

If, After Hearing My Songs, Just One Human Being Is Inspired To Say Something Nasty To A Friend, Or Perhaps To Strike A Loved One, It Will All Have Been Worth The While.

If You Asked Me To Write A Rock Song Or A Rap Song, I Couldn't Do It Because They're Not In My Fingers.

You Can Raise Welts Like Nobody Else, As We Dance To The Masochism Tango.

If I See A Movie Star In The Department Store Buying Something, I'll Kind Of Sidle Up And See What They're Saying, What They Look Like, How They Sound. That's An Invasion Of Privacy.

I Feel That If A Person Has Problems Communicating The Very Least He Can Do Is To Shut Up.