If You Choose To Criticize,

I Listen To Some Of The Lyrics I Used To Write And I Say, "where Was My Head At When I Wrote That?"

Unholy Soldier, Disciple Of Sin, What Kind Of Mind Are You Living In?

There Is Something F-king Unbelievable About Seeing All Of The Fans Go Crazy And Chanting 'ozzy!' I Would Pay To See Them.

If I Go Out With A Jacket And A Pair Of Trousers That My Wife Doesn't Like, You Can Bet Your Ass It Ain't In My Wardrobe The Following Day. I Say That It Gets Lost In The Sky.

The Bike Went Up In The Air And Landed On My Back. It Broke My Neck, Smashed My Collarbone And Splinters Of Bone Severed My Main Artery. My Lung filled Up With Blood. I Severed My Nerves And To This Day I Have No Feeling There.