Once I went into songwriting, I figured I had to - I couldn't be a hellfire rock 'n' roller. But I could write hellfire lyrics.
You wags that judge by rote, and damn by rule.
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.
How many men Have spent their blood in their dear country's service, Yet now pine under want; while selfish slaves, That even would cut their throats whom now they fawn on, Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up, Which those industrious bees so hardly toil'd for.
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
Who can describe Women's hypocrisies! their subtle wiles, Betraying smiles, feign'd tears, inconstancies! Their painted outsides, and corrupted minds, The sum of all their follies, and their falsehoods.
Home I would go But that my doors are hateful to my eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring.
I would never wanna belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member.
Twenty years ago I wanted to move to a nice place so our Charley would grow up a nice boy and learn a profession. But instead we live in a jungle, so he can only be a wild animal. D'you think I picked the East Side like Columbus picked America?
Walt Whitman's a hell of a lot more revolutionary than any Russian poet I've ever heard of.
Cruelty, as a fine art, has attained its perfect flower in the trained-animal world.