saw your gig at 'the scene'. hot.  very hot.  you strung out? here. try this.
hey where's my joint? there's this chick sings with the velvet underground, andy's band. she says she can drink you under the table.
elevate your taste in trolls man.
pussy whipped, man.
fuck man did you fade or what, we were on a "death run" up to the 9000 building after the gig, you bet me a grand you'd walk the ledge.
then mumbling about "gotta go home, sanctuary," pussy whipped. we were gonna film it! a thousand bucks! give him a double.
imagine me and morrison in a fuckin movie together, can you imagine two powerful two-fisted irish fucking drinking guys in a movie, in a documentary movie!!
fuck ray -- fuckin pollock all he cares about's money. fuckin sell out. you sold out too man. the last album's shit, and lemme tell ya something, people know it.
awright shaddup morrison, just cause you don't gotta work. give me some of your money, asshole, and i'll yell anything you fucking want.
ma ol lady had one of those but she calls it a diaphragm when i'm eating her out!
with that waistline jimbo you got no choice.
you mean "crawling king flab"? rock is cock babe and your rock is dyin'.
and what are you offering? sex? you can't get it up. salvation? you can't even save yourself. come on jim, you're not gonna be remembered.
i think you both should take your heads out of the toilet bowl. after "soft parade" you need an album sweetheart.
if you live long enough, don't kid yourself jimbo -- you're all alone out there, jimbo, cept for me, cause you're too wacked out man, they're scared, you're too fuckin crazy.
bullshit! you're bored, you're not free. you tested all the limits, fame, fucking, money, -- whatcha gonna do now jimbo! when the music's over, when you're too fat and ugly to get on a stage, whatcha gonna do for act three -- puke on heaven's door?
tell me.
no you. something sacred. my cock is sacred. suck on that!
yessir -- you asshole.
read me my rights, motherfuckers.  motherfuckin bulls!
jump!