Someday I'm Gonna Be Walkin' Down The Streets Mindin' My Own Business... And BANG ! I'm Gonna Be Shot By Some Pig Who's Gonna Swear That It Was A Mistake ! I Accept That As A Part Of My Destiny !
- Si Es Mi Destino Morir En La Calle Como Un Perro -
Alright, Alright... We're Not Gonna Pay. We're Not Payin'... We're not payin' because this guy is a fuckin' Mook... And we don't pay mooks.
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?