No Broken Hearts, No Broken Necks.

You Don't Find A Style. A Style Finds You

If You're Gonna Get Wasted, Get Wasted Elegantly.

My Father. I Snorted My Father. He Was Cremated And I Couldn't Resist Grinding Him Up With A Little Bit Of Blow.

I Mean, Give Me A Guitar, Give Me A Piano, Give Me A Broom And String, I Wouldn't Get Bored Anywhere.

I'd Been An Expert At Taking Beatings. Then I Had A Lucky Break Where I Did A Bully In, By Total Sheer Luck. ... One Minute I Was The Mark, And With Just One Swift Move, I Put The Big Man In School Down. ... Once He Was Down, The Whole Atmosphere In The Schoolyard Changed. A Huge Cloud Seemed To Be Lifted From Me. ... I'd Never Been Aware The Cloud Was So Large.