And If You Have Five Seconds To

I Was Happy In The Haze Of A Drunken Hour, But Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now.

Bring Me The Head Of Elton John . . . Which Is One Instance In Which Meat Would Not Be Murder, If It Were Served On A Plate.

I Was Wasting My Time, Praying For Love. For A Love That Never Comes, From Someone Who Does Not Exist.

You Either Approve Of Violence Or You Don't, And Nothing On Earth Is More Violent Or Extreme Than The Meat Industry.

I Think The Pop Chart Today Is Entirely Market-driven. And It Has Nothing To Do With Public Taste. And It Has Nothing To Do With Moving Music Forward. It's Simply A Market Chart.