My best friend, Owen Hart, died in the ring four years ago. He's dead and gone. Calgary's his favorite place. I'm gonna build him a wrestling arena.
You don't have be a wrestler to be an Earth Rocker. Reggie Lisowski is an Earth Rocker.
My other best friend, British Bulldog, is on crack again. He's back in rehab for his sixteenth time. Good luck with that one.
Sick of the bullshit. Sick of all this shit. I don't go out anymore, 'cause I hate every motherfucker. I don't care what they're up to. Four years I wasted, sippin' on drinks at the bar, wrestling in WCW with fucking nobodies. Now I stay at home, like a fucking hermit. I'm not gonna take any shit from anyone.
I know what's going on. I got set up. I got hurt. Thank God Julie wasn't there to watch me get my fucking head kicked. She would have wound up with a black eye and probably went to jail. She has a big mouth.
I live for this shit. I love it. Bring it the fuck on.
Payback's a bitch motherfucke-
WOAAAAAHHHHHHHH CAN YOU HEAR THE CALL FOR THE WASTED AND WOUNDED
