My Mom Was A Saint.

Onstage I've Been Hit By A Grapefruit, Beercans, Eggs, Spit, Money, Cigarette Butts, Mandies, Quaaludes, Joints, Bras, Panties, And A Fist.

What Did Christ Really Do? He Hung Out With Hard-drinking Fishermen.

It's More Fun To Look At An Old Picture Of Me Than It Is To Look At A New One Sometimes. Although, I Still Wear A Dress Pretty Well.

There Was A Time When I Wanted To Get Out Of The Western World. I Went Down To Grenada And Looked At A Place, And I Realised That If I Lived In A Grenadian Manner I'd Be Nothing But A Blah. I'm Going To Need Constant Bodyguarding, Guns And Money To Join The Community There. Otherwise You Just Got A Bunch Of Fat, Old White People Dying Together, Overeating, Drinking. Not Very Attractive.

The Most Successful Stuff Is Sold To You As Indispensable Social Information. The Message In The Music Is, 'we Are Terribly, Terribly Slick And Suave, And If You Listen To Us, You Can Probably Get A Leg Up In Society, Too.'