I'm the enemy, 'cause I like to think, I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I'm the kind of guy who likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, "Gee! Should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbeque ribs with a side order of gravy fries?" I want high cholesterol. I want to eat bacon, and butter, and buckets of cheese, ok? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cinncinnatti in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked, with green jello all over my body, reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, ok pal? I've seen the future, know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing "I'm an Oscar-Mayer weiner."
-- Edgar Friendly in "Demolition Man"

The man who sold the world

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me - I never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died along, a long long time ago

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World

An original David Bowie song, this was later covered by Curt Cobain in this characteristic lipswang kind of style. Will I ever get over this song. This song has so much sarcasm, that at times it reeks.