Rock Isn't Art, It's The Way Ordinary

I Don't Care What Stage Or What Reason, As Long As We're Playing.

It Doesn't Matter About Money; Having It, Not Having It. Or Having Clothes, Or Not Having Them. You're Still Left Alone With Yourself In The End.

I Rocked The Cradle Of Love.

When The Other Man Has None, You Don't Need A Gun.

They Wouldn't Play My Records On American Radio Because I Had Spiky Hair. They Said, 'punk Rock Doesn't Sell Advertising, It Won't Make Any Money.'