A Quote by Bruce Springsteen

I want to spit in the face of these badlands. — © Bruce Springsteen
I want to spit in the face of these badlands.
For the ones who had a notion, A notion deep inside, That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive I wanna find one face that ain't looking through me I wanna find one place, I wanna spit in the face of these badlands
Children are guilty of unpardonable rudeness when they spit in the face of a companion; neither are they excusable who spit from windows or on walls or furniture.
I love 'Breathless,' and 'Paris, Texas,' and 'Badlands.' I was obsessed with those films in my teens. I remember watching 'Badlands' and being amazed that there were these scenes in which nobody said anything and the silence told the whole story.
Homosexuals want to come into churches and disrupt church services and throw blood all around and try to give people AIDS and spit in the face of ministers.
We see God all the time here. People only hear bad things about our neighborhood. Kensington is known as the badlands. I always say you have to be careful when you call a place the badlands because that is exactly what they said about Nazareth. Nothing good can come from there. I think we see God in the margins.
I spit into the face of time that has transfigured me
If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.
In a rich man's house there is no place to spit but his face.
I don't understand why they trippin', If you ask me, Flow is just as nice as, I admit the propane, I just spit, probably, Just raise the gas prices, Everybody in the club, Try and get as fresh as me, What you want dog, Trying to stay recession free, And spit, refreshly.
Spit on your own and you can't do anything, but if you all spit together you can drown the bastards
There, close enough to spit on--if I'd been a barbarian and inclined to spit--was the dragon.
If I spit, they will take my spit and frame it as great art.
Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.
Go spit in the face of our inevitable obsolescence and finish your @#$&ng novel.
Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.
I got so much food spit back in my face when my kids were small, I put windshield wipers on my glasses.
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