..I'm the one out there every day putting his ass on the line. And I'm not out of order! You're out of order!! The whole freaking system is out of order!! You want the truth? You want the truth?! You can't handle the truth! 'Cause when you reach over and put your hand into a pile of goo - that used to be your best friend's face, you'll know what to do!! Forget it Man, it's Chinatown!!!
I can't live the buttoned down life. I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, and the creamy middles! Sure, I might offend a few of the blue-noses with my cocky stride and musky odour - oh, I'll never be the darling of the so-called 'City Fathers' who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards, and talk about what's to be done with this Mr Weaver?
