Stroll Into Work At 10.

When You Grew Up Like Me And My Four Brothers, You End Up Feeling Somewhat Inadequate, Like Somehow You Don't Count.

I Don't Tolerate Liars. When Somebody Lies To Me, That's Really, Like, Just Unbearable.

I'm Not One For Like Soul-searching, Sour Fizzy Moments. I Come From The School Of Hard Knocks, "f**king Get On With It", That's It.

I Never Thought Of Green Day As A Punk Band. Just Bubblegum, Really.

I Hate Death; It Takes People Away From You. You're Left Feeling Rudderless.