GG's words are in regular text. Merle's are in boldface.

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Somebody asked us the other day why we couldn't get a show in New York City. And it might have had something to do with the Space at Chase show that we did, uh... what, back in '91? 2?

Yeah, it was... well, it was over 15 months ago. The show lasted seven minutes, and there were...

Three police cruisers, two ambulances, and...

Yeah.

And the cops came in and shut us down, and ever since then, none of the clubs in New York will touch us. But I mean, to me, it's all... like these people in New York are more concerned about how they look, and how many fucking people they can hold on to, to climb up the social ladder. And, you know, we're just not involved in that game at all. We're just... you know, if I see a crowd of people, and they're a bunch of trendy people, I'm just gonna go up and fuck 'em up. Just knock their fuckin' face... you know, punch 'em right in the fucking face. You know, 'cuz I just don't have time for that. If you can't make it on your own, and you've got to climb using somebody else, then you're obviously a fraud to begin with.

I think this tour is gonna be the most violent tour yet, and we're basically out to get everybody in our fuckin' way. And, uh...

And we'd like to say to New York, why don't you give us a fuckin' show and not be so fuckin' lame. Fuck you.

Fuck you, New York.

[together, singing, to the tune of "New York, New York" by Frank Sinatra] It's up to you, fuck you, New York!