You mean besides death by orgasm? Shit, to be honest, I don't know. This world, man...these wastes...this all here is some biblical shit. The nukes, that was our original sin. And maybe we're all redeemers, just trying to set things right. Is it too late for us? Yeah, probably. But maybe hundreds of years from now, mankind will finally be in the black. So to answer your question, it doesn't matter how I go. I just hope that when my time comes, I can face the tax man, and tell him I've paid my share.

Lady luck is a harsh mistress, my friend. She'll kiss you at the altar, and the next thing you know, she's got the house and the kids. Karma doesn't make any promises. It doesn't deal with lawyers. It's cold, hard math. Now that's something I can believe in.

The name's Vincent. Vincent Vincent. Second verse, same as the first. That's right. Named after the famous Vincent Somebody. Or Somebody Vincent. Both of those people. Not just a little redundant. Extremely redundant. Which is what makes it unique.