I wasn't fuckhead.

The kids I saw at Children's were.

You're a piece of sh!t.

Dying is spelled like I just spelled it, you dumb fuckin' skid mark.
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames